I seem to have attempted a little too much heavy reading for my two papers over the last week - am totally read out. After french class, when I entered the library, I just couldn't stand the sight of it and fled back home. But, then I cant possibly keep away from books. Picked up something trivial just to relax but the book's turned out to be a little too fluffy even for my present frame of mind. It talks about the hollowness of life in New York. Frankly, I totally get it. And why? The two most artificial girls here are New Yorkers. The toothy smile and greeting which disappears before you have even finished crossing them. The 'hello darling!', the smacks in the air. Initially, I thought, there was something I was messing up on but with time has come the realisation - its them. Dont bother wasting any time with that level of...je n'ai pas un autre mot...artificiality.
Tweedledum has a series of interviews lined up over this week but frankly speaking, I don't think he has his heart there. You don't come out of an interview thinking this is not what I want to do with my life.
And 'Intermittent activator' has gotten back with a one-liner mail which basically renders the first paper redundant. I had my doubts on the subject too but since he was being supportive about it, I figured, maybe he knows something I dont. Well, it appears, he doesnt.
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