SMUN

I am SO ANNOYED. They're talking about PIG FAT. Who CARES about PIG FAT? NO ONE, that's who. Least of all ME. I really don't give a crap about SMUN. I would've bunked if i had known they were going to pack us into the audi all day. Like rats. PACK rats. With straw. Okay, there's no STRAW but it's almost as bad, I'm foodless and without aim. Without driving purpose, except to finish this kachori in stealth. Which is proving near impossible because Mrs. Lali is LOOKING at me. Doesn't she have someone else to stare at? Somewhere else to be?
Ooh, Delegate of France. I like the way he talks. He's the one who likes Sonal. Karen* has worn capris and come. To a MUN. With WHITE FLATS. Dude, she needs a costume manager. Most of these people are so fashion impaired.
Some 11th standard is getting belted by Urvashi for bringing her phone. I hope she CRIES. The Delegate of India has such a horrible voice. Like the Delegate of Switzerland, can't public speak to save her life. And the roof of my mouth is burning thanks to that guava smelling kachori.
Boring, boring, borinnng. This auditorium smells like FEET. I wonder where Urvash has gone? Leona's speaking now. She's Delegate of Vietnam.
Shelby*'s just gotten up and LEFT. Ayshu says you can't do that. She look so horrible, she's wearing some black thing over some red thing and it's so TIGHT, she's so FAT, it's just oozing out. Doesn't she look at herself everyday and realize?
This auditorium smells so bad, it's going to make me puke. Look at Koyal. She's wearing flats, but she looks nice. Delegate of France! Yay! I'm sleeeeeepy. Now Karishma's also belting the 11th standard. And Nikhat. Karishma's sitting with us, even though she's 'Dep. Sec. Gen.'. Can't they switch on the AC? It's so musty and airless.



*name changed to protect privacy

Chem class...again

I love writing. It's sort of like thinking but it feels more productive because you're actually doing something and it's not completely uncontrollable, like thoughts are, so you can make it go where you want to as opposed to being a victim of abstract musings.
Not that I'm good at it. Quite the contrary. I just write to fill space and time (like chemistry class) and end up with some of my less random thoughts down on paper. Sometimes there's a flow. Mostly there isn't. I'm random, like vh1.
Class is really really boring. Until a couple of minutes ago there were these little kids screaming murderously under our windows, but i think they too have been sucked into the dark abyss which is their classroom and it is too quiet. There is honestly nothing to do.
I wonder what it's like to be a star. It must be kind of lonely. I mean it's a vacuum. Apart from the stray meteor there probably isn't a lot going on up there. People mostly forget that you exist.
Must kind of suck.
On the other hand you can spy on everyone without them realizing you're there.
My chemistry teacher is talking about the pathos of cancer patients. This is really terribly boring. I wish i had a blackberry. I wish i was a star.