The Height of Anonymity

Sunglasses


and an iPod

Shapath

Ashes

Not Dust

Eureka of Sorts...

It was a friend's birthday recently, and I've finally gotten the chance to give him his birthday present.

I was putting his card in the envelope, when I realized - that Hallmark envelopes taste good - the adhesive that is.

It was tangy yet sweet...

Weird

Like Alcohol and Drugs...

I fell asleep on the bus yesterday - which I always do. I usually fall asleep within 5 minutes of getting onto the bus, and generally wake up right before my stop.

I did the same yesterday - was asleep really quickly, and woke up before my stop. Now the problem is, I fell asleep again and - you guessed it - missed my stop. I'd never missed a stop before (in 4 years of bussing twice a day) and so was really disappointed at having 'broken my record'. 

I hate alcohol and drugs, well soothing bus rides and hot summer afternoons. 

And thus another random post on RFS comes to an end...

Rain

It's raining - I wish the sun would come out.

I hate how the rain automatically makes you feel gloomy - even if you've just woken  up and went to bed happy. 

Bah - this day's going to suck.

Freakish

Everyone says that the transition from high school to university is one of the most difficult periods of one's life. Now, I'm not saying that my transition wasn't difficult - I was quite lost going from a high school grad class of 19 to an economics 101 class of 375, but in the entire scheme of things, it wasn't that hard. I was lost in a spacial sort of way - not in the 'now-go-and-find-who-you-are' way.

As my years at university progressed, I became increasingly involved (to the point where I was doing more extracurricular activities than school work - not smart, especially when you start having 2 all-nighters in a week) and increasingly confident of my space in my massive university. No longer do I feel like a small segment of the university, rather, I know where I fit in.

But things have changed - I feel lost these days, absolutely freaked out about life post-university. The transition from high school to university was easy because I was going from one academic setting to another. I have a year left until I graduate (my 5th year at this university), am starting my GRE prep course in a couple of weeks, and will be submitting my first graduate school applications in the next few months. I know I could get into almost any university in this wonderful country of mine - I have the grades and the CV - but I want to go to another country, to a university that is one of the top, if not the top, in the world (in my field). It has exactly the program that I want, along with another a couple hours from it.

The problem is, I'm skeptical about my chances at getting into these two universities, and I refuse to apply to any others. I know I could get in after a few years of work, but I don't want to work. I'm a nerd; I love learning - and I want to keep on going to school. I'm freaked out because I have no idea what I'd do if I don't get into either of these graduate schools. This didn't happen at the end of high school - I was confident - completely confident about my chances. And now...

To Be Born Again...yes..that again...

Narcissism Of The Healthy Kind

Sometimes, I find myself fascinating. Yes, it does sound 'oh-so-very-narcissistic', but I can't help wonder at times how I thought about, or even came up with, specific thoughts, or sentence structures (grammar-nerd alert!). I'm one of those types that reads her own blog. Some find it weird; I find it a healthy reminder of my views over the past few years. To be quite honest, I've forgotten about many of the posts I've put on Selfistan, and so, re-reading RFS gives me insight into those which I've forgotten about. Further, it lets me figure out what I haven't written about.

As a polisci kid, one who loves analysis and detailing to death, looking at what I've written and what I haven't written not only amuses me and provides a way to spend the wee hours of the morning, it provides insight into my very own character, and perhaps more importantly (if anything can be more important than that, of course)...and now I've forgotten what was more important - oh the horror of receiving email notifications of photo-tagging notifications.

Way to break my chain of thought - that's it for now. Sleep time