"Busy"

There comes a phase in every (every) girls life when she just wants to switch off her phone and allow calls/texts to pile up (in network space or wherever they go to 'wait')..14 to 40 hours later...casually switch it on... spend 20 mins reading the lamest of messages (no, no forwards, luckily my friends have outgrown that)... and then simply refuse to reply to them. sans guilt. wow. ah, the freedom to border on obviously rude- how i crave you.

For the last few days answering the phone has become a major chore of sorts. i look down at the screen, sigh and then answer. if only being human and moody was more acceptable. i guess it is but just not by everyone. Speaking of which (everyone) we had one of our rare lectures today.
Normally, NORMALLY most of our teachers would prefer to strip naked, cover themselves with ant-attracting syrup and jump into a 50 meter deep pit...rather than miss a lecture with the class. Very sincere i know and its much appreciated right about 3 days before the exam when we miraculously remember class discussions. However, that being said, most of us cheer LOUDLY when classes are cancelled. The 'Sons and Lovers' lectures are a pretty rare occurance, primarily cuz the teacher in question drfits in to class.. reads random excerpts... provokes a discussion which is bound to have an ambiguous end... and then strolls out after 35 mins (10-15 mins before the bell rings)... this is a RARE teacher... but also how college professors are SUPPOSED to behave (it was a myth fed to us in our pram hopping years)

Anyway, it was her assignment that was the first no-critics-our-opinion one in three years of college life.... and i loved it. Today we ended up having the longest discussion about who was really to blame for Paul and Miriam' break up. Frankly, the final thought remained that though Paul' mother did not like Miriam etc, ultimately we all make our choices... we cannot keep blaming our parents/friends for the decisions we make.. thats what growing up is about. accepting responsibility for the choices you make.
the choice to talk or stay mum, to act or wait to react, to think more or blindly follow faith..
to give it ONE last try or be sensible and turn our back to the barely-breathing past and move on to a fresh and perhaps more joyful future. All choices and the most sensible ones are not the most often picked when it comes to acting on them.. odd, but thats humans for you- twisted.

S, Sw and i hung out for our official 'picnic' today, and the talked to turned to sins (i-dont-know-how) ...and which one WE would commit if assured of no guilt- no karmic backlash- AND no one would EVER find out (except those we wish to tell)..... I wont tell you what S and i said but hell, we're evil enough. Sw (aww) is still rummaging up the darkest thing she can bring herself to do. *mwahahaha*... its okay Sw, we need good people like you to balance the rest of us :)
(Ps- though the dictionary believes otherwise, we have drawn clear distinctions b/w a person who indulges in 'bitchy' talk and someone who IS innately a 'beeetch'... you have to be a girl to figure it out...:D)