The other thing is I feel like a dick but then I'm not? You probably know the whole story with chox. If not click that link and read the many posts tagged with his name. Any how, his girlfriend just left him. He's really feeling down and so he tentatively messaged me that he's lost his girlfriend. I know he's upset like anything and what he wanted to hear was for me to say, let's meet up and I'll cheer you up. What did he get? Just that. Despite the fact he's hurt me quite a lot, I really can't refuse when he really needs me? I don't care in this instance that he's going to waste time I could spend studying but if he needs someone I will be there for him despite my better judgement. That said, I'm still a dick. I've been proper cold to him and he just messaged me saying that I've been really cold. I said hardly, I talk to you normally and I'm seeing you tomorrow because I know you feel really down. All that said, I'm happy this time he's the one who's upset at me being cold. He deserves it, the dick. Nevertheless, I'm a dick for thinking that.
Today I met the most brown white person I know. There's Guji who didn't know Abhishek Bachan (famous Bollywood actor) was Amitabh's (incredibly famous Bollywood actor) son and then there is this girl who is inexplicably Asian. We were talking about the Pia mater when I said pia sounds like the song. She then sung it. My expression was that of one who had been punched by a sumo wrestler. She was white on the outside but God damn brown on the inside. Kind of like bird pooh or a white man defaecating. Any how I asked her if she happened to speak Hindi (I asked in Hindi) and she answered "a little bit" again in Hindi. I then thought of paki, if her and him met, she really would have brown on the inside.
I'm much more acquainted to brown people trying to be white. They walk down the street with their T-shirts saying, don't I look rocking? Or those who deny being Indian so much they put a stronger English accent on than even the standard white person. I have an English GCSE at A* and my mate, sushi, has an actual English A level at grade A. Both of us are so brown. Basically my take home message is that it is okay to be brown!
What it isn't okay to be is brown and fat. And I'm not any more :D I decided to throw away all my jeans that don't fit anymore. It was either either this or do the woman thing of standing with them outstretched and going I used to be this size. My picture will then be proposed as the result of a wondrous diet. Here is a real wondrous diet for all of you that want one! It only consists of 5 minutes of exercise a day. When you're offered food, shake your head. Done.
Anyhow, it turns out I have 3 pairs of jeans that fit me. That's it. No trousers, chinos or any other leg covering apparel except from possibly a toga. (I like a breeze around my privates.) And it should be well known I can't wear my shorts since puberty. I would get done in for impressive exposure. But don't go away thinking it is all fun and games, it is often a nightmare. Swimming is the worst. I'm casually doing the front stroke thinking about things when bang I jump 2 feet from the water. No, not that front stroke -_- any way the amount of times I've had to explain how I must have been a dolphin or something in my past life. I don't want to tell the truth about my springboard, that's just showing off.
Note clearly I was joking in the above paragraph. I obviously don't own a toga.
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