Veronica: What a boring two days...
Betty: Wait till I update it in my blog, it's gonna sound way more awesome!
My granny has a family astrologer who every once-in-a-while pays every extended family member a "visit-$".
So, there he was chatting with my parents (my mother tapping her foot restlessly), holding some old, long off-white sheets of paper. They were horoscopes :D
It does not make a difference of how big a non-believer I am, it got me excited. Fascinated as I stay with small little things, I told Mum even I want mine "old, long off-white sheet of paper-horoscope" read out.
Mine was a long sheet written in Sanskrit and Hindi, two boxes with a lot of numbers and a weird drawing around it. [Gave-up. It had math.]
Anyhow, he looked at it for a while, stated that it wasn't a complete horoscope and that I should in future get a whole "six pages something" made. Now-a-days, it's made online. (So, the machines had taken over them too)
He told me I'll study A LOT, which was a major disappointment as I hate that part of the mind-boggling life. Damn.
On asking what I might be pursuing as a career (with so much studying :P) he was clueless [wtf?! :|]. He could not see anything. Now in times like these we drop the f-bomb, however, the fact that I'll study wayyy too much and not get anything out of it is well..erm... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaH
HOW does he expect me TO LIVE!
Study = Earnings = Retail Therapy and Shoes = Oxygen
Blah. That was my utterly wasted and disheartening Sunday.
Aim: To attend All the lectures in the day.
Lecture I -- Eco-stats
Numbers and ∑'s jumping & dancing.
"Everyone pay attention, here!" Ooooh, a sparrow by the window sill.
Lecture II -- Advertising
"I want your assignments."
erm. well. black-out.
"No assignments. No attendance."
Lecture III -- English Lit.
Something was being said about the influences of Wordsworth and Shakespeare.
Wordsworth lost control of his rocket. He's panicking. He thinks of daffodils and nature. Meanwhile, Shakespeare is riding a meteor. His big belly (beer belly?), making him look like humpty-dumpty.
Hmm, it looked a lot more funnier in my head.
With the strangest subject combination on Planet Earth that only sound cooler when told, but in reality are aimless leading to jobless leading to an Apocalypse.
Hence, the Confessions of a clueless mind, the Astrologer now making it official.
*A long and heavy Sigh*