This life

Sometimes I wonder what makes people tick… I mean, what makes u wake up every day, brush your teeth , bathe.. or whatever else it is that people do…. Then start another long day, probably very similar to what u had jana.. then go on and on.. and u just know that u will die someday, and then that will be the end of the end, yaani the end of everything…complex questions about life…..before u start accusing me of being solemn, I think I will just get on to lighter matters in life.. let me write about…well..me.

I tend to talk a lot, basically that is almost all I do whenever am in the room with my roommates, therefore studying there is next to impossibility. This past month, I have just been joking, and I need to gets serious( that will be the day!)

Calculus simplified

Am just from a class of calculus..why we do calculus is kinda understandable, u know, we have to know how to think if we are going to be able to write programmes…

But generally, I was half awake the whole lesson, and we were writing notes like we were in a history class were it not for the interjection of a few graphs and things that go like the function of x, etc etc denoted as f(x), doesn’t it just get interesting? Well, it is all becoming one big headache, all the psyche I had imeisha…

My life aint so interesting but I try to create drama… like I just went and got my ears pierced without telling my paroz, hata I don’t jua what they will say , I haven’t told them yet, but I can picture their reaction:

My mum, arms akimbo, expression on face like she is facing the devil’s spawn

“ ati you what? You are getting spoilt and influenced by those people in campus.

“ which boy is this who u are trying to impress?”

or

“ did I not warn u not to associate with bad company?”

or

“oh no, how will I tell ur dad?”

or

“ smart girls stay simple!”

feel free to add ur imagined responses, using the one I have already constructed.. the most creative gets…. Something.

My dad:

Quiet intensive stare… more staring until I squirm, then one simple question,

“why?” or “ what for?!”

am in hell, my friends, but do I care? It is drama, and drama in my life is what I want.