Weekly posts? LOL, gand maraa.

Hey, remember when I promised to post weekly? Lol.

This weekend has been particularly eventful, what with everyone raging about NH7's shady publicity prank and all:

(My answer is so obviously 5, though I'm not a particularly straight male)

Also, I got my first real paycheck (Rs. 4,000, I know, but it's just an internship), and am also going to freelance over the next year. I see a decent roadtrip in the near future, but I would totally blow it on an Arctic Monkeys concert if I could.

One week of summer left, and then it's back to school. As much as the thought of spending hours fighting back the overwhelming need to sleep in psychology class beckons me, I'll be sad that the holidays are over. I suppose when you can only see two more summer breaks in your near future, after spending 15 years in intervals of terms and holidays, this kind of sadness is warranted. Still, our English curriculum for the next two semesters looks brilliant, and I can't wait to start getting excited (and definitely stressed out) about Meta, our lit fest. 

Also, going to college as a single person will be a novel experience, which all the movies say will lead to the good times. 

Oh, I almost forgot. This is my first blog post in Modi's India. Fuck him. 

(Here's hoping my blog doesn't get pulled down for that)

Pink Lambda

There’s nothing that elated me more than that flicker of doubt on their face as a lifetime of enforced values crumbled suddenly in the wake of absolute pleasure, and nothing I hated more than the eventual, “Umm... isn’t that... gay?”, as the conflict in their heads was settled by cultural norms and not their own will. The frustrations of overly charged teenage sexuality are too many to count. But more on that later.

I'm planning to paint this on a t-shirt, much to the uneasiness of a mother who's trying to cope with her son's sexuality. Don't call me a bad child. I need to hone my t-shirt painting skills.

This is basically my life right now

That isn't my photo. I was skulking around the interwebs late last night after watching some six episodes of Malcolm in the Middle, when I found this. Between Malcolm marathons, all I seem to be doing is jamming out to AM. Further exploration led me to a forum on which a user claimed that young Alex Turner resembled Dewey:

I went to be because it was too late at night to delve into, or as evidence suggests, invent, another unlikely (understatement) cross-fandom. Malcolm's a drummer now, did ya know? 

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