Dissertation and Blogger Party
Have you read those epic fantasy books that go on for 5-6 volumes and end in an epic (can’t find an alternate word) battle between right and wrong, good and evil, or light and dark? Liar, I know you have. Stop hiding your copy of the Belgariad under your bed.
Khaer, that’s how I feel right now with the end of semester drawing near. I feel life rushing towards this one point where the fate of my world will be decided, and all hope, or all fear shall be lost.
Final year is SO the drama.
I somehow managed to finish my dissertation last night, so what if it was 2699 words over the limit, 2 hours late and without references and literature review? I had one of those epic choices to make: finish my dissertation on time, or attend the blogger meet-up, and I obviously took the path of least resistance. I went to the party. And I don’t regret it. In your face, you evil forces of Evil.
Anyway, it was fun. Exponentially more fun than my dissertation.
I hear a car pull up outside my house and Karachiwali asked the address from my kamwali’s husband who’s sitting on the lawn of that very house and the idiot had no clue what place she was talking about. Such morons have no right to marry and have children. People should take IQ tests before they’re allowed to reproduce.
So we reached Nandos. Finally. What I found out during the ride to Nandos: SAWJ will not ask for directions, and Karachiwali is as lost as I am. And Nandos is not inside the Naheeds wali gali.
Ek tau everyone there was so science-y. Khiwali wants to do a Ph.D in AI, SAWJ and Safi are electrical and electronic engineers (don’t remember which one is which) and Mahw is a psychologist.
I felt like the most jahil person there, but shukar he Farooq bhi tha 😀
I don’t think he likes me very much.
I hope Purple fit in. I hope she feels better. And once again luv, you’re NOT fat. Not even in a hijaab.
I’m still trying to figure out HOW my cheesecake cost me Rs.500 😦