Snow

Someone told me today- "If you weren't so damn cute about it, I'd think you were lame, annoying even"
I agreed.

I'm a multitude i feel. Complex in my simplicity, and jarring in my efforts to be mellow.

The resident clown, the one you'd back to break an awkward silence. Normally with something so inappropriate that the silence that would necessarily follow would far surpass the former in terms of awkwardness.

I embarrass easily. And I'm not the best at salvaging pride. I think I'm very good at spellings, and learning by heart. I know I'm very good at pretty much nothing else.

I've pretended to get jokes that well, i didn't get; I claim to be of a happy demeanour.

I sometimes lie on my bed and sleep for a major part of the day, lie on my bed and not sleep for the remaining part, and still find myself deeply inclined to call it productive. I try very hard to prove my point. I sometimes succeed, mostly not.

I'm a foodie. My physique doesn't imply the same.. i attribute the disconnect to umm..body metabolism?...aah Biology was never a strong subject.
Some of my friends say I'm puny. I try to disagree.

I like cliches. I think they're cute.
I love Fight Club and Breakfast at Tiffany's. Have watched episodes of "Friends" multiple times. Think Angelina Jolie is hot. Cliched, I know. I told you so.

It seems like a decade and a few more since i last wrote. I think it has that long been. A decade is ten years right?