The next "Big Thing" on the fairly bleak horizon of my life is my trip to Goa.
My IB co-ordinator spent a whole hour telling my business class about how Goa only means one word - "fun".
Fun - that all-encompassing, innocent-sounding, one-syllabled word.
He then went on to ask us all about "fun". For instance, how do the teenagers of this generation have fun? Is it getting wasted and sloshed and doing stupid things? Or, is it smoking up and getting stoned and pretending to live the "high life" a la Jay Z's Forever Young? Or, is it, as my IB co-ordinator puts it, "expereementeeng weeth awther theengs?" (experimenting with other things :P). What he meant by "other things" is painfully evident.
Sex. He meant sex.
I do have my qualms about these things. I mean, I know it's nerdy to worry so much about anything, but I can't help it. Of course, I'm looking forward to a couple of things, like the sun, the sand and the photographs. But I'm NOT looking forward to the possibility of getting raped, probably arrested if someone around me is doing drugs, being responsible for drunk people...
Am I weird?
Me
- BeautyInTheBreakdown *
- Boston, Massachussetts, United States
- I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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Shut up Adhishree. Just get smashed Sasha :).
ReplyDeleteKidding :P