Why o Why?


This friend of mine wants to be called Rambo. Or even Rocky. And I fail to comply with this request. I mean, why would anyone want to be Rambo? Rambo is Rambo because he is Sylvester ‘Stallion’ and the men we know are not even close to him! The ones we know are more like George Clooney or Matt Damon. Or even DiCaprio. (or Chandler, haha)

Also, I feel very confused right now; confused regarding WHO a particular person is. Its one thing to make fun of someone and derive pleasure out of it and a completely different thing to say ‘Yes I like you’
I know I know, the two are not related, but to think of it, they kinda are. You only annoy the ones you like, right? But then till what level am I supposed to not get offended? To tell you the truth, I suck at the whole I-dont-get-offended pretence. I do get irritated/ annoyed/ pissed.

So I try and take all of it in the ‘fighting spirit’ but I fail at times and then I get this piercing pain in my chest ’cause I have to stop myself from crying. Gaa. I wish I had siblings. Then I’d be more of a fighter!

And I’m always sleepy. But maybe that’s because I don’t sleep. Hmm. Still, how would you manage to stay up in a class that teaches you about ceramic teeth?

Then, I wonder if birds could be scared of heights.
Or, if ants could be diabetic!

-Laugh out Loud today! Okay?
And to quote one of my favourite people, totally randomly-

Hitler was not crazy, he was stupid.