The IQ Battle: Paris Hilton vs. Her Dog
Well, I haven't updated in just about forever, so I think I should say something. I not sure what, but something. Waiting for inspiration...um...hm... Rotary has been forcing us to do these stupid dance routines choriagraphed by a annoying, sterio-typically gay man. As you all know, normally I think gay people are cool. This guy is not. OMG he's so stupid, I think he has the IQ of Paris Hilton. (I almost wrote "...Paris Hilton's dog." but then I realized that the dog is probably smarter than she is.) Anyway the dance routine looks like an aerobics video, and everybody hates it. Plus, the classes are located in Vile Parle, which means I have to travel an hour and a half one way everyday to go to these fucking lessons. Grr! But oh, well. What can be done? That's right, nothing! Well, I guess we could all stage a sit down protest, but somehow I don't think that's going to happen. But there is one shining star in my life today: I'm over Fabian!!!!! Totally over my infatuation and moving on now thank you very much. I have sworn off the male (and female) gender for the remainder of my time in India. They are not a neccesity, and I think I will go without because this guy's just being a dick-head and there's nobody else I'm interested in. Conclusion: no dating (or messing around) while I'm in India. There are plenty of other things to do besides running around trying to win peoples hearts, if it's meant to happen it will, and if it's not, it won't. So why spend so much energy on it? From now on I will spend my energy on more fruitful enterprises, like cultivating friendships and emersing myself in India. Yeah, there were way to many big words in that sentence. Moving on: I'm bored so I think I'll do that questionare thing that Midge has in her journal, but I'll put it in another entry.