Mmmm. I feel good. Wonder how long that will last. Mmm.

I don’t know if its been long since Ive last posted but somehow the exitement of having a blog has dissipated. I’m going to now make a sad smiley. → ☹
Some how, too many people who I know, know about this sacred space (YES I WILL refer it as that. WHATCHA GONNA DO?) and I don’t feel as comfortable posting. But who cares right?
I’ve been too busy to think about even writing. There is just so much that I need to do that I’m avoiding. I need o study for my SATs if I wish to go to a good college and continue with my book. (Im trying, TRYING to write a book.)

Writing this book is important to me. I have a story in mind that I want to desperately pen down on paper but the words fail to come. I really admire authors who have managed to pen down entire epics and novels. I even admire Stephanie Meyer (even though some of my overly passionate friends would like to stone me for saying that) solely based on the fact that she was able to pen down not one, not two but about 4 novels. Een the most talented writers fail to do that at times. But enough about this.

I’m looking forward to the coming months because they’ll be filled with so much activity. We have an exchange programme happening in school and the festival of Diwali (Indian equivalent of Christmas) is also here. We’ll have a small fate in our school with a rickety giant wheel and rusty old rides that look like health hazards but are SO much fun to ride on. There will be lame stalls filled with stupid games and there will be a crappy DJ with a lot of dancing. I know, it doesn’t sound that great, but it always ends up being fun. Sometimes I love my life because nothing seems to be wrong, because sometimes I’m so busy that I don’t have time to focus on what’s missing. I’m looking forward to the next few months because I’ll be so busy that it wont occur to me that I don’t have parents who let me get out as often as I’d like or I don’t think I’ve made friends who I’ll be in touch with after school. Sometimes life is just like a long road trip when the view from outside the window is breathtaking.
But I don’t want to dwell on how great everything is because I know I’ll jinx it and that would be another strange rant post that I will immediately regret writing right after I press the “post now” option.

So, until we meet next time, my loves. Don’t wait up, I don’t know when I’ll be able to visit next.

"This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one."
- George Bernard Shaw