Permanent Nicknames

I have many nicknames. To list even all of them would be a tidious task. And yet here are but a few.

Frostie, Wattson, Dr. Grey I. Wattson, Ze, The Mint Chutney, Maud, Maudlal, Sunny, Sunny Bro, 003, Bee to the Live, Beelive Buddy, Bashir Sahab, and many others besides.

And yet I realize now, that if I do move back to Chicago, a vast majority of these nicknames will be lost to me, since the people I will then interact with in my daily life won’t be calling me by them anymore. Stuff that have to do with my actual name might still be there, but other things like the Bee to the Live, or Maud won’t and those will only be used if I explain the jokes behind them to my new friends. So, I will be loosing a small part of me…But to me, it’s a BIG part of me.

I can only hope that my weirdness shall be accepted by at least a few, and some nick names will be sustained. Like my middle name being Irish. Like my nicknames Wattson, and Frostie. If those things are sustained, I’ll be fine.

And pshaw, it’s not like you can’t call me The Mint Chutney. I’m a super hero for crying out loud. It ain’t a nick name. It’s an identity.

And with that, I poof. I feel better about it. Even if no one is calling me Maud, or Ze, or Sunny Bro, I always will be. It’s on the inside, in my heart. Like my Beelive rings are when I’m too lazy to put them on =P Beelive!

Cuz all I got to do is beliiieeve in me, Pokemon!! (Pokemon Master Quest Theme Song)

Crazy, Chocolate, and Cookies,
-Frostie
the cool as hell magical snowman that inspires not one, but all.

[I also changed my fb alternate name from Wattson to Frostie for the moment. Not sure if it’s a permanent change, or change just for the heck of it. I just want to be recognized as Frostie more. Since I am. And what with this Olaf thing going around too…I’m the first magical snowman, got it?!]

Distractions From Exams

Blaaarrrggghhhh.

exam time nearly, only two months left for prep- GOSH that still hasnt sunk in! and- secret, ssshhhh!- havent really…started all that prepping and studying and cramming quite yet =P =/=( which is obviously stupid and sucks.

there are just so many DISTRACTIONS! aaaaaaaaggghhhhh!! i mean, everything usually seems much more interesting during times when/while we are/should be studying. but seriously, theres PLL. then theres White Collar, that i have managed to put on hold for now. and then theres Jane by Design. but, im almost done with that. so thats good. its one of those shows that cancelled after the first season. so yeaaah.

but god, im just SO scared and stressed out over these exams even all my friends and  family think im so chill over it! first off, these are the most important exams ever for me, cuz this result goes on my college applications (..yale? let me in? pwease??) and all my job interviews. its just as important, if not more, as  my SATs!

And thus im not watching shows that ill get too sucked into. you know there are those that are interesting and then there are those that are suspenseful? well, theres a difference. and a huge difference for me. like, PLL is suspenseful, while white collar is just interesting. and something like Vampire Diaries (Daaamooooooon!) that im not even starting yet just cuz i know ill get sucked into it completely need and should be stopped (watched by me, that is.) so that i can finally start studying seriously!

I really should be studying now listening to pop danthology mash up 2012….but but its so good and i really like =P =(

oh well. what happens happens. (jo hona hai hojai! -jee karda =P singh is king.)

…now i feel like watching Dr. Who… im so bad. and failing.

oh and if your wondering about that lit test i mentioned yesterday, i totally failed. Wohoo =P

 

 

 

Infinite Knowledge and Doughnut Essays

Last night i had a dream. =O its weird, just unusual, and not like its one of my  dreams…its just different, and relatively normal.

Now, the setting. it was my room. well, not exactly. it was the exact shape of my room, but it wasnt lilac, it was white. and none of my furniture was in that room (major things, like the bed, my sofa-chair, my closet, my desk, my bookshelves). but my things, my stuff was set all around the rooms edges. my candles were on the ledge, my artsy designs were on the walls, my decorations were up, my cards collage behind the door was still there, but only my bulletin board wasnt there.

then we come to the chairs. there were chairs all over my room, they were the only furniture in there, and they were, randomly, the chairs from my tution/cram school =/ but yeah. and theres this one that was where my radiator/heater would be, facing my jangling colorful square beads curtain. all the others were facing out the window (except there was no window), in rows and columns.

My least favorite light was on. the white one thats right above my bed and on the UPS. (my fav are the two  flower spotlights that are connected together, and give off a candle lit light that i adore. its just so medieval and pretty =) )

Now, Sir Tariq (my English Lang teacher) is sitting on that lone seat. and on all others, there are a bunch of teenagers there, including me. there are people from different schools, mostly mine, people from my tution, loads of assorted people. and theyre talking with each other. then some Sir Tariq gets up, starts reading us out some essay, but is interrupted by like two or three late students (late to what, i have no idea =/ ) He gets angry, starts to lecture them, and then, for some reason, shahzada aman comes in, all shy and six feet three (he is most definately taller than that, id say atleast 6 4.) Sir sees aman, and immediately insists that HE read out the essay, since he wrote it or since the sir had a sore throat, or something like that. anyways, before he hands aman the notebook, he tells us this strange metaphor. but since i cant phrase it properly, that metaphor shall be converted to a simile (but i know that it was initially a metaphor). that half an essay is  like a doughnut. and from that, he started drawing on this white board that appeared from no where, discreetly, behind him, where my bulletin board ought to be. its this weird, two doughnuts next to each other, touching, and theyre crudely drawn, and not good circles at all. he was telling us that where the doughnuts meet, is the half point of our essay. baffled now as i think back on it, yet dream-me had no issues with this knowledge, and was gracefully noting it down and adding descriptions, points, and explanations to her notes.

Then, as soon as Sir Tariq was explaining all of this, loads of students start streaming in, late, chatting, making noise. before, the chairs were filled with only one-third of their true potential (as in, true seating capacity =P ) and now theyre like all full. and i lost sight of Sir Tariq after that, and everyone was seated, then this new teacher appeared.

im not sure whether she was short or tall. she was sitting on the seat Sir-Doughnut-metaphor was using before her. she had her legs crossed. and she flashed resemblence between two people (one a fictional character, the shrink from Pretty Little Liars season 2 episode either 1 or 2. not sure. the other a classmate at my tution, my friend Usra) yet looked completely different and someone id never seen before.

she smiled at us, then at me (yeah, i hate it when teachers zero in on you). she whispered something, and strangely, i heard her and was the only one to. all the other kids were still talking, still gossiping, still chatting. i was sleepy (yeah, sleepy in a dream, ironic i know =P ) and was resting my head on the seat infront of me while training my eyes on her. and yet, despite all that noise, i still heard her whisper. she promised, she tried to bribe us with ‘infinite knowledge’. and that got my attention, plus i was already creeped out and freaked out from the whole i heard her whisper episode.

and then, like a traveling breeze, she disappeared. with the whole whooshing sound and everything, i think she even left a pattha/leaf behind. Leaving behind only her whispered promise…and the leaf. She was gone with the wind. (hahaha, i made a pun =P im so proud of myself. ususally my puns suck, are stupid, dont make sense…but yay =) )

so yeaaaaah. my dreeaaam. =P strange, weird, insane, stupid, random, knowledgeable, etc? ikr?! =) okaaaaay. im done.

gonna go watch some more PLL now, its daylight hours afterall ^_^