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Thursday, August 06, 2009

The one with pudding porn and wannabe Greek statues.

Go to the gym everyday. Then take a week off. Then go back and work your heart out. Get a solid high on endorphins that makes you spend the next four hours excitedly jumping around, singing, dancing and making a pest of yourself to your already preoccupied friends. Powerful stuff, endorphins. Someone should bottle and sell it. Would give a kick stronger than alcohol but without the hangovers and other side effects. I am a genius. And right now, I'm also reminding myself rather disturbingly of Jeff from Coupling, who suggested that they bottle the jelly from women's jelly wrestling matches and sell it as pudding porn. Ah well.

I painted my room last week. It looks fabulous, but that apart, the whole process was a hoot. Painful hoot, but nonetheless, it was that sound which the nocturnal bird made famous by the creative J.K. Rowling is supposed to produce. For this, I had to scrape the wall of all the whitewash. Ah pain... I was assisted by a friend and whilst in the process, I looked like a fashionable member of the Taliban while she resembled a very cheap impersonator of Davy Jones with odd pieces of cloth tied across our faces and heads. I kid you not. Not to mention by the time we were done, you could have cut our appendages off and displayed us in the Louvre to give that other famous lady some company. Why? Observe:


Mommy dearest expressed shock and horror at the fact that I actually went to so much effort and made me promise not to perform such antics again to which I obediently agreed to, since it's not really too likely that I'm going to paint my hostel room wall again in the two remaining years that I'm going to be here anyway.

I've been oversleeping for the past few days. Everyday, I dutifully set two alarms for 7am, wake up, switch both of them off, and lie back down and have a deep existential debate with myself as to whether it actually was 7am or just a perception of 7am or whether I had just imagined it to be 7am because my conscience wanted it to be. Then having decided that it actually was 7am in reality, I affably nod to myself, pleased at having reached a conclusion. But then of course I wake up with a start, discover it's now 9am and rush off to class. Yes, I'm a rather odd person. No, I don't apologise for it.

And now, my bed, next to my gorgeous painted wall beckons. I give in to temptation. Ta then.

11 comments:

ramsub said...

somebody sounds like she overdosed on endorphins :P, that is one heck of a hyper post, i can just imagine you breathlessly telling me all of this jumping up and down, waving your arms. looks like someones slightly sleep deprived, at least I go bonkers like this when I'm sleep derpived but not sleepy. btw they do bottle endorphins and sell 'em, its called prozac.

Anonymous said...

eeeks, those legs reminds me of Tagdi kebab. Chicken legs, BTW whose legs are they? Need more GYM visits to bring those into shape. GOOD luck, keep alarm for 6 Am, more hours of workout the better. All the best. :)))

another brick in the wall said...

i do math when i get up. look at the time, calculate for how many hrs i've slept, if it's more than 6, then i freak out and start work, if it's less than 4 then i go off to sleep. if it's between 4-6, i consider the day and amount of work i have and act on it accordingly. then i sleepily look at my guitar, my gym shoes, get disheartened, frustrated, irritated and start my machine

now i need to find a gun so i can blow my head off.. i'm off then.. till next life.. have a great time ahead.. tata

As the Mind Meanders said...

Hmmm... a post that starts with energy and ends lazy...

And I am not a rise and shine type of a person as well... Each night I motivate myself to get up early and foolishly believe that I can actually achieve it... I set an aggressive alarm and slumber. Come morning... I hear the alarm (if I am lucky)... convince myself that I am gonna get us early today so I can easily give myself 10 more minutes of sleep... snooze the alarm... repeat the process multiple times till I get up in shock and foul mood. Bloody alarm. I am late again...

Ghost Rider said...

LOL .. reminds me of the time when I painted my room in the hostel a few years back! Thought I was painting the room to make it look clean and ended up seeing a HUGE mess that I had to clear. You should probably try some more artistic than just a plain coat of paint :-) That's more exciting!

indiegurl said...

i love the wall! you must put up the guitar/bed photos. also the one where you and meghana are sitting on your bed, the wall looks excellent in that pic.

Divs said...

put up a pic of the wall ..

Divya said...

@Ramsub- extreme sleep deprivation it was :P

@annon- wow my first semi-troll. I'm almost flattered.. don't only the cool popular blogs have those? :P Anyway, the legs in the foreground belong to friend who wishes to remain unnamed, but she was mildly flattered also that you said she has skinny legs. My legs are in background. Not too much tandgi kabab eh? :D

@Brick- You need sleep :P

@ATMM- We've all been there my friend..

@Ghost rider- it was a HUGE mess! white dust flying everywhere, paint splotches.. had to camp in a friends room for 3 days. But it was SO worth it.. and I did do something more than just paint.. i put up gorgeous vintage poster prints.. I love my room now :D

@Both Divyas- Ok sure.. in time :)

agent green glass said...

porn pudding *rolling it around my tongue* porn pudding.
i love the sound of that.
when two people with jelly bellies make out frantically, the slapping sound should be named porn pudding.

Hakuna Matata said...

Agent green glass just killed the image of *huggable guy* for me.

BTW .... "I've been oversleeping for the past few days. Everyday, I dutifully set two alarms for 7am, wake up, switch both of them off, and lie back down and have a deep existential debate with myself as to whether it actually was 7am or just a perception of 7am or whether I had just imagined it to be 7am because my conscience wanted it to be. Then having decided that it actually was 7am in reality, I affably nod to myself, pleased at having reached a conclusion. But then of course I wake up with a start, discover it's now 9am and rush off to class. Yes, I'm a rather odd person. No, I don't apologise for it."

Louweeee. ROTFLMAO. Story of my life.

**swordfishh** said...

Pudding Porn and ur painted wall in the same blog post?? You just love blogging nonsense don't you!?!?!

U hv a gorgeously painted wall... but looks like ur more in love with the 'painting experience' than the wall itself!!

I hv a suggestion to make- Swap rooms with me... U can paint my dull peach colored wall(s) and stay there... I want that pretty wall!! :P :P :P