the shape of a cracker

today i figured out that the shape of a keebler club cracker is not a perfect scale down version of the dimensions of my laptop screen. riveting.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. fuck. fuck fuck. fuck.

what the fuck.

i have also watched the rotten tomatoes show season 1 from episode 1 to episode 25.

I have had an interesting past 24 hours.

Things I have learned:

1) Hollywood is stupid beyond belief.

2) I used to be the kind of person who hated spending time on useless things, and now I feel perfectly comfortable disengaging my brain without any immediate plans to plug it back in.

3) I wish I could go back to India and confront the vice-principal of my former school (teen angst flashback)

4) It felt oddly cathartic to let the deadline for an internship application pass without applying for it. I spent the exact moment of the deadline talking on the phone with my mum.

5) Something smells in my room.

6) I wondered if they will give me Rajagopal sir's job as economics teacher at my old school, and made an elaborate lesson plan in my head.

7) I have a lot of work to do that I want to do in theory, but fail to do in practice.

And finally, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. fuck fuck.