I am not what I appear to be. Actually, to some extent, I am. In fact, I fit the stereotype of "indian kid" pretty well: I wear glasses (but I must say they are not just the average glasses-- will post a picture sometime), almost always do homework, take AP Chemistry and Honors Math. Sometimes I feel the sudden urge to play soccer (although I can't bend it like Beckham), I start many of my sentences with "no", and love... I MEAN LOVE the Jewish(<-- I'm not sure how traditional Indian that one was). And now, I am sitting here in my comfy, black, leather couch with an empty, artfully laid out, oil-spattered pizza box trying to write an essay for english that will in no way benefit me in the future.
And tomorrow, I will wake up and drag myself to school again, wearing a black and gold poly-cotton knit (ironically purchased from Cotton On), carrying three textbooks (approximately the weight of a diabetic cat) in my left arm (which, at this point has more humps than a camel) and wagging my right arm impatiently as I arrive late to my first period.
Maybe I will bake a flan this weekend. Oh wouldn't that just be loverly? Alright, well there are some high-school video projects calling my name in a tone similar to that of a chorus of sickly children, so I must go to it (unwillingly and regretfully). :(
Oh, how I would love to just sit here and converse with you for the rest of eternity, Rosalind! But alas, I must return to my mundane life filled with tedious homework and similar people.
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