The best thing about Chace Crawford is his face. Which is saying something, considering his abs. Or his arms. Or those pectorals...

I won't bore you. We all know how yummy he is. Which is why I am deeply disturbed by this...thing I found on the internet today. While I entertain the idea that the internet can be misleading, in this case I am inclined to ignore the voices in my head.

For those of you who haven't figured it out, this is Chace Crawford in high school. So not delicious.

I can't even tell you how disturbed I am by this image. You mean Chace wasn't always his mysterious sexy self? I for one never questioned that. Raise your hand if you're with me.

Okay, whatever. Moving on. I read somewhere that all your passwords should be different. And that you should change them every month. Right, okay. Because I would remember, lets see... fourteen different passwords. Don't even start on usernames. And that's just for one month. Who can do that? Noone. This notion of having different passwords is just sadistic, a cruel trick created by those who still use snail mail and keep their money under their beds. People like that don't need passwords. Let's get rid of them.

Always, always: my blog is my last friend. You don't catch me writing when I'm having fun, do you? No. Because when I'm freakishly happy, it doesn't occur to me to complain. Of course that happens rarely, but when I want to complain my first choice is Alishmish, being that she is my roommate; she generally has the same issue as me, and misery isn't really misery unless it has company. But Alishmish, unfortunately, is in America. How unreasonable of her, don't you think? She refused to fly without a passport. The nerve, leaving me alone here. So knock her off the list.
I suppose my next would be Niranjan, being that he is my boyfriend, and is therefore bound to love me unconditionally no matter how unreasonable I sound. But Niranjan has exams (what does he think of himself?) so once again, I have come up short. And so on and so forth for all possible candidates.
And I don't really feel comfortable discussing my issues with the way life goes with the people who are currently available.
I don't however have a problem spilling my guts to the internet, so here goes my repetitive string of complaints:
I have decided, after much contemplation, that I am in a rut. Again. Why do I feel thus, you ask? Such a simple question, my comrade. And yet I don't really have the answer, which is in fact the tip of the iceberg at hand. Confused? So am I. But I deign to explain.
My theory is, over the past few weeks, my brain has slowly leaked out of my head. This is a direct result of not having anything to use it on. Bereft of the many contenders for attention my brain normally has to deal with, it has melted in this Indian summer and slipped out of my reach.
As we all know, the brain contains neurons which, to put it simply, enable us to live. They absorb external data, make sense of it, and trigger appropriate responses. Now I, lacking these neurons, not only fail to properly understand the condition of the world around me, I also fail to respond appropriately.
Which means, concisely, that I'm acting like a very drunk, very stoned, or very hormonal person. Take your pick.

So I just read my last post and I thought, why am I always so negative? I know, I know, I'm such a bucket full of sunshine (bucket full? What?) that people sometimes forget I'm inherently pessimistic, but there you have it. I complain incessantly about everything. Reading my blog, you'd thing I was a starved Ethiopian child (although I do somewhat resemble one), when the very fact that I even have a blog is evidence to the contrary.
So anyway.
Life, surprisingly (there it comes, the omnipresent pessimism) is looking up. Isn't that weird? First of all, I have found my calling. Sort of. My newest life plan is to double major in Computer Science and English. I see this as fiscally responsible (for myself, anyway) because even if I have to delay going to grad school, CS majors make some money, right? Right. Don't argue with me. But then, when I go to grad school, I can study virtually anything, given my both aesthetically pleasing and efficiently businesslike background of language and logic (except science/engineering of course, and who wants to do that anyway?). Meaning that I can do law, business, animation, media, or AI. I said I could do anything.
But even apart from the mundane, good things are happening to me. My voice is coming back! Yay! Although I can't sing yet, I can talk (always a good sign) - and rehearsal this week is cancelled, nor am I singing next Sunday at mass, which means - get ready - I don't have to sing for another two weeks! My hope is that I'll be able to long before then (duh) but the point is, by some strange twist of fate, Life Is Going Well.
Next: Both my lab and my computer science class have been cancelled tomorrow. This means I have almost all of tomorrow free, which means I can go to Mayfair and The Queen of Hearts Ain't Even Pretty and finish all my homework for Wednesday. Amazing, isn't it?

What can I say, I have good karma. I'm going to go now before I jinx it.