rorschach’s journal

Am sitting at home right now. Pretty much nothing to do… just finished my papers (a week ago, if that’s any concern) and here i am idling away my time. I took care of everything, remembered every damn piece of wire Except my PS2 to USB convertor — end result, can’t connect my mouse to my laptop… i.e. I can’t play any frigging game I’ve been hoarding since god knows when… and that is why I’m here, sitting in front of this crummy desktop typing away while knowing that if I didn’t do even this I’d pretty much end up doing nothing at all.

In case you’ve been following me till this point… I’m bored and frustoo-ed to the max… I’m not going to be writing any sensible stuff… on the contrary I’m going to be filling this page with as much of my frustration as I can… so if there’s a time to make a silent exit, this, surely, is.

Where do I begin… let’s begin at the beginning of my I-am-frustooed stage… this sem. If you’ve been diligently reading up blogs by my fellow (but regular) posters, you would have figured out that this sem has really been a disaster to us 2nd years (for the outsiders… we are IIITians). I’ve wasted this sem… BAD! not that it’s been purely my fault, no it’s been but the contrary… anyone who knows me well (they, I’m afraid, are a very limited gentry) will vouch that I’ve worked the hardest this sem. I’ve trudged, daily, to that dreaded place — The Library — and have worked my arse off, but what result did my daily drudgery bestow — absolutely Nothing! This sem promises the worst sem in my so far illustrious record in IIIT (of course I’m being narcissistic). I hate life!

Coming to our vacations, ah the glorious vacations, spoiled by the despots reigning in our campus. Bloody book-reading assignment… as if, if they hadn’t asked I wouldn’t have read books… buggers, I’ve vowed to read all books BUT those listed in the book-list (Sod off, is my message to you). As for book-reading, that isn’t helping me any either… I’ve read 5 books in 4 days (not those puny cheap jhakdoos either). Bloody hell I gobbled up Prey (by Michael Crichton) in a 6hr long marathon session today… end result, am left with no more books and I have to stay at home for 4 more days. Shit!

The last point, but I guess I’ve already ranted about that one… I can’t play any games… (aarrgghh!! I feel like screaming… and since there’s no one at home I think I will). What’s the time… 1940 already… Shit! Can’t believe I’ve wasted (!) such a lot of time doing nothing… but hey, I would have done nothing otherwise as well.

Shit, I have no other options but to either watch the idiot box or read a Miss Marple story… hate life! what you’re still here… sheesshh! you’re vellah too huh? Shoo off now… hush.. hurrrr… phooot!!