On the last few weeks. Dated Match 30th in this 11th year of the 21st century..

After the umpteenth time of starting to write a post and then deleting all of it, I make a solemn promise to myself to publish this post regardless of how crappy it is. Reader expectations be damned!

At first I thought I had run out of topics to write about. So I’d have this vague itch to write, but I wouldn’t know what or where to scratch. Then I realized it wasn’t that I had no topics to write about. I did. I do. I have lots of topics to write about. It’s just that I couldn’t sustain the interest to write about them long enough to write about them.

The only thing I can write about any number of times for any length of a period is my Cold. But that is against my new blog resolution to 'stop cribbing in blog'. Up there along with ‘stop treating blog like an emotional discharge stick’. And ‘stop changing blog template every time you have a mood swing’. So now you are stuck with my current template. And stuck with me. Trying to be sweet and cheerful. And we’ll see how that goes shall we?

I forgot what I wanted to say next.

Hmm…..

Usual updates about my life:

I have a cold. A bad one. It leaves me with a consistently irritated disposition. And constantly searching for and catching at my breath. Which I seem to have left somewhere in my bed along with my tangled up sheets.

My last quarter was nice. So was spring break. Which makes it all the more harder to face this quarter. 

Course selection returns to haunt me again. Every quarter, this is the part that gives me nightmares. I am convinced every course I take will change forever the future of my (seemingly nonexistent) career. I swear if this cold doesn’t kill me first, all the blood pressure from selecting courses will. I hope my mom doesn’t read this and get saddened by the fact that she has managed to raise a daughter who is singularly incapable of making even the simplest of decisions.

Coming to decisions, I have decided I suck at my choices of guys. And therefore I am going to leave the responsibility of choosing a life partner for me to the stylishly groomed hands of my mom. I am sure I will end up with a psychopath or a sadomasochist if I was left to make my own choices. *Shudder*

I realized just yesterday I have been spelling weird wrong for the past several years of my life. No wonder MS Office kept showing wiggly red lines under my wierd all this while. To a girl who prides herself on her English, that was a nice reality check.

Master Chef is starting to heat up. I am absolutely in love with Callum.

I have no idea why the fat tree architecture is able to save costs in data center topologies. I have been trying to make sense of it for the last 4 hours. But atleast it led on to this blog post. So it hasn’t been a complete failure in all.

On a positive note, I sat in an undergraduate introduction to communications class today. In all my years of engineering, I have never had communications taught to me the way it was today. Its times like these that make me fall in love with UCLA. When everything seems screwed up about Grad school, its moments like these that remind me why I’d still choose this over all else I could be doing right now.

I wonder why everyone is fighting with me. Oh well, their loss I suppose!

I need to call a lot of people. I need to tick off a lot of lists. I need to keep a lot of promises. Soon….. It shall be soon.

I was reading Arundhati Roy’s ‘God of small things’. It got me wondering about choices and consequences. 

About how you make one choice. And the cost of living climbs to unattainable heights. About the past and its ghosts and the albatrosses we love to drape around us.

I am relapsing to emotional discharging. Time to sleep.