exams bring out the blogger in me. actually they bring out the ranter and this blog is daily turning into a rant space. well if you leave a fish alone at home for a day, it is to be expected that she will turn into a ranting lunatic, inevitable only. especially if fish in question has been studying derrida (whom she would dearly like to deconstruct, piece by painful piece) and such like thingys (observe how ze fish politely restrains herself from using words like mindfucking rubbish, other people may think theory is the most inane balderdash humanity ever came up with, second only to himmesh reshammiya perhaps, but you won't read such things on the blog. definitely not.)

clarification : studying does not mean studying. for all ye innocent non-theoretical/ non-pretentiously-intellectual-gittish type of people who thought a word means what it means, here's news, it doesn't. specifically when you see the word studying on my blog it means sitting at home, whining, dining (alas without the happier sort of wining) and most assuredly *not* studying.

don't ask me what i do with my time. if i knew, i wouldn't be doing it. don't tell what to do either. chances are, i won't be grateful.