The Only All Nighter Ever?

Okay, it technically  wasn’t an all nighter, but gosh it felt like one! And it was definitely the most stressed night of my 19 year old life!

So, I just got done with exams today, and I’m so relived these past few weeks have been the most stressed weeks of law school. Now, to my ‘almost’ all nighter; My second paper was on the Law of Evidence and god, we had SO much to study! Way too much! And I really, really wanted to do well because I really, really like the teacher he’s so nice and cute, ugh! So a day before the exam, I was home by 2:00 PM after giving my first exam. And that morning I’d gotten up at 8:00 AM(yeah, yeah I know its not that early). Now starts my struggle with the stupid ass subject and no sleep and tension x 1000000.

At the end of the day, it was 1:00 AM and I was still awake with like half the portion left! What, is this hell or law school? Now the exam the next day was at 10:30, so I decided to get some shut eye at around  4:00 AM.( DO YOU GUYS SEE IT? I WAS AWAKE FROM 8 IN THE MORNING TO 4 THE NEXT MORNING) I had so officially lost my mind by then that I was staring at my textbook, and the only thoughts running through my head were ‘sex, sex, sex’ and I don’t even get why because you guys I haven’t even had my first kiss yet! So then I slept at 4:00 and I was up again at 7:00 AM. Wow, wow, I know! And as I told you my mind was officially dead, so instead of studying, my head was shamelessly counting the hours I’d been awake(way to go, brain!) So here are my flawless calculations: I WAS AWAKE FOR 20 HOURS OUT OF 23 HOURS YOU GUYS

Also, also, also, if you add my sleepless night the from the day before(for my CPC paper), I was awake at 7:00 AM on Sunday to 3:00 AM the next morning and then back up at 8:00 on the day of the paper, and thus:

I WAS AWAKE FOR 40 HOURS OUT OF 48 HOURS.

I mind and my body and my health were officially gone and dead and I was gone and dead and I still had two exams left. But now I’m done and SO SO SO relieved, God!

Now, I know people do have actual all nighters, but I don’t get how? Like what, I need my sleep. I need my sleep like all day everyday! How do you guys stay up partying and drinking and stay up for exams and sleepovers, what? I can’t! My eyes don’t function and clearly my brain doesn’t function. So kudos to you great people to stay up all night!

 

Oh, oh but I have had one all nighter in my life! Yes, yes I have! It was my mom’s brother’s wedding in 2013 and Hindu weddings always happen at weird ass times, I swear to god. So his official wedding ceremony thing started at 4:00 in the morning and was over around 2 hours later but the night before was the whole celebration thing and dinner with guests and stuff, so my cousins and all of us were up all night!( cue one direction!)

 

 

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Supernatural ‘Don’t Call Me Shurley’ Episode Review!

Yes, I’ve been updating way too much these days. BUT THIS EPISODE DESERVES A POST FOR THE REST OF IT’S LIFE!

I’m not even kidding when I say Supernatural’s Season 11 Episode 20 is the best episode the show has produced in years. In all honesty, when this season had started off, and I had reviewed the season premiere:(Go read it!), I had major doubts about the quality of this season. But, ‘Don’t Call Me Shurley’ puts those doubts straight out of your head 15 minutes into the episode!

SPOILERS! MAJOR, MAJOR SPOILERS!

The greatest surprise of the episode wasn’t that lovable writer Chuck revealed himself as God, honestly that had been a fan theory since Season 5’s Swan Song finale, and almost had been even admitted to by the writers. The greatest part about this episode was the fact that Chuck(GOD) and Metatron(former Angel and God’s best friend by far) bonded in such a superb way that you didn’t even realize you needed. The story very conveniently put Sam and Dean Winchester into the background for a while, and it was beautiful. God took centre stage with his funny, tragic and complex self and Rob Benedict delivered in all ways possible. Curtis Armstrong has Metatron redeemed himself fully and delivered by far the strongest monologue of any season ever where he finally managed to convince God to stop being grumpy and help his creation, humanity.

Towards the end of the episode where Metatron was convinced that his words did not have the desired affect on God, and all God was bothered about was his Autobiography that he wanted to write with the help of Metatron, the greatest and happiest part of the episode comes along: Chuck Shurley; God, gets up on stage, picks a guitar and Rob Benedict delivers a stellar performance of the song ‘Fare Thee Well’ and the episode finally takes a turn for good when Sam returns from near death, the popular Samulet is back in all it’s glory, and every single person who died in the episode comes back to life! Three Cheers for God! It’s a brilliant, brilliant episode, one that will be spoken about in years to come as the writers, directors, producers and the actors do a stellar job of providing the perfect antidote that this season of Supernatural needed.

I have never waited for any episode as I had waited for this one and the way it delivered, I was in legit happy tears at the end! And this is how this gem of an episode ended:

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Kudos to Supernatural for providing the precise thrust we all needed! Desperately waiting for the next episode now!

Episode Rating: 10000/10, I cannot even describe my feelings!

The Boy In The Elevator: Part II

When I wrote the first part, I never thought there would be a second part. I remember writing the first one and being extremely proud of myself. Yesterday, when I was re-reading it(yes, I do that!), I had a brilliant idea about a second part and thus here I am! Now obviously, you NEED to read the first part that I wrote last year to understand this second one, so here you go: The Boy In The Elevator (This is what I call shameless self publicity, high five!) 

 

 

She mentally cursed the watchman. Honestly, she attended this college everyday. He saw her everyday! Why did he have to ask her for her Id card today of all days? She groaned as she started emptying out the contents of her bag. She stole a glance at the clock on her phone. 8:07 AM. She hated being late for her favourite professor’s lecture.

When she finally handed him the required card with a triumphant look on her face, she heard a soft laugh next to her. She turned around sharply to see who it was. But it couldn’t be! It was him! It had been three months. How could it even be him? She just stood there, staring at him as he continued giggling at the mess she had made. She tried clearing her throat to get his attention but clearly her body wasn’t functioning like it ought to.

It was then he looked up. And when their eyes met, it was like two worlds had collided. No exaggeration. She saw the beautiful brown-eyed, former broken-handed stranger’s pupils widen and then saw his phone crash to the floor with a thud. None of them moved to pick it up, and then finally another kid passing by picked it up and gave it to them, breaking their eye contact. She shook her head and started throwing all her things into her bag. He just stood there watching her.

When she was done, she turned around and was surprised to see still him standing there. “I’m awfully late for class.”, she muttered as she started moving towards the elevator. “I’ll walk you to class.”, he announced. She had never realised how unbelievably slow the elevators at the university were. This one just refused to come down! The three minutes she spent waiting for it, were the longest three minutes of her life. None of them spoke a word, but she could silently feel his eyes running over her again and again. “I can feel you staring.”, she whispered, loud enough only for him. “Just like you were staring at me outside that conference room?”, he whispered back sending a jolt through her body.

As the elevator reached her floor, she practically raced out of the box. “Why didn’t you ask for my name?”, he asked loudly, following her. She shut her eyes, ignored him and continued walking ahead. She could still clearly remember it. All parts of it. The chemistry they’d had and the way when she was talking to him and she’d felt at home. But she also remembered the disappointment. “You could’ve asked for mine.”, she replied softly, without slowing down or turning to look at him. When he didn’t reply, she turned around. And he was nowhere to be seen.

She felt her heart panic. Had she lost the beautiful stranger again just because she was stubborn? Was this really happening to her? She looked around frantically for a minute or so, and then resigned herself to the fact that she was now definitely not going to see the beautiful stranger again. Three months, and she felt her heart getting crushed at the thought of losing him again. “I didn’t ask for yours because I felt it inappropriate.”, she turned around and saw him standing there, ever so beautiful, with two cups of coffee in his hand, and one outstretched towards her.

“I didn’t ask for yours because I saw your girlfriend.”, she spoke between sips of the warm coffee. He looked straight at her with those brown eyes and she felt more at home than ever. He gulped down the remaining bits of his coffee, opened his bag, removed a stray piece of paper, hastily scribbled something down and handed it to her without a single word. “You have a class to get to.”, he remarked as he took her empty cup from her hand. As he said those words, she zapped out of her trance, smiled slowly at him and watched as he started walking away. “I’ll see you around.”, he called out and she knew, she knew he was smiling that beautiful smile she found herself grinning at.

You’ve got an Inferiority Complex!

Today at college, our Evidence professor decided to get everyone to speak on anything for a few minutes. Anything at all. The whole point of this was that he’d teach us just exactly how to speak to the public later on in life.

I hate speaking in class. I hate speaking anywhere in public. I have, and always have had stage fright and thus speaking in front of any group that exceeds ten people is not my cup of tea. But funnily, today I actually wasn’t afraid of speaking. I wanted to speak! Everyone in class got up and spoke about different things like climate change, staying away from home, depression, Donald Trump and many other things. It was kind of resolved that he was going to make everyone speak and thus I had decided what I was going to speak about. But I didn’t get called up. The one time I actually wanted to speak, I didn’t get called up. (Thanks college)

However, this was something that had been on my mind a long time and I really wanted to say it out aloud. But not to any one person, I wanted it to be something I wasn’t addressing to a single person, but to many people so no one could really comment on it by themselves. Since I didn’t get to at college, here goes:

 

When I was out with my college friend one day, we saw this really pretty girl with perfect skin. I looked at her and turned to my friend and said to him,”Why can’t I get that?” He stared at her and then looked at me and said,”You know what your problem is? You have an inferiority complex.” This was no surprise to me. I know I have a massive inferiority complex. What was a surprise though, was that he would say it. It’s like with everything else. Whenever someone else points out your flaws, you don’t want to accept it. You know they’re right, but you just can’t get yourself to say it.
This was like that.
I didn’t say anything as he continued. He said,”I’ve never met anyone with a bigger inferiority complex that you. You look at people, and all you do is compare. You compare everything with them, and you always find yourself less.” I just shrugged. It was true. I mean, if someone is better, why would I not? He further told me that I had a very negative opinion of myself and that I was always complaining about to having a boyfriend, and that this could easily change if I changed myself. The thing is, I’ve always maintained that boys here only date girls who are pretty and thin and look good. (Idk maybe you have more considerate boys elsewhere, but not in India) So I told him. I told him the reason I don’t have one is because I look like a potato. He just rolled his eyes. He said,”The first time I saw you, I felt you were a rude person. But after I got to know you, I realized you were an amazing person. And only rude sometimes.” I smiled at him and told him, jokes apart, I did feel that I had a good personality, and that there were times when I had a good sense of humour. Enough people have told me that I’m a fun person to be with. So then why couldn’t I get guys, actual guys that I like, to see beyond my face? One of my friends made us meet her boyfriend recently, and later she was telling me that he found me ‘superb’. Okay, but why can’t boyfriend material for me, find me superb?

I think after a while I figured it out. When I’m with friends, I’m a completely different person than when I’m with someone I could potentially like. For example, when I first met my friend Kai, I started talking to him by myself. Asked him all kinds of questions and made enough conversation. But the first time I talked to the boy I liked at college, I was a mess. I kept thinking if I speak too much, will he think I blabber nonsense? Or, if I make stupid jokes, will he find me lame? And I didn’t even have any feelings for him then! This was the first time I was talking to him. There was just this weird feeling that he would mean more to me than some other people I’d recently met. And because I was so guarded and thought 20,000 times before speaking, he never really got to know how I really was. Because who I was with him, that’s not how I was. I was so much more and so much better.