.. Oh yes I am!
Let me tell you why.
Everyday, I have this thing with my cat, Cookie. This is how it goes:
Me:(sitting on chair) Okay.. so.. basically the memory has two unitary stores and -
(outside the door I hear a sweet little miaw. I get up to open the door.)
Cookie walks in. I hold him, squash him, kiss him and basically go on and on telling him how gorgeous he is. He purrs. I put him down. I turn around to throw something in the bin. I turn back, and cookie is on the chair, fast asleep. Or so I think.
Me: Oh no.. come on my baby!! Get off.. I need to study! Please?
Cookie: *Snore*
Me: I know you're not really sleeping okay! I just turned around for a split second and you came on the chair to sleep. So stop acting my little *rubs nose onto his head* bujhhi.. you're sho cute! my
baby. Maru jaanu che! *pulls ears*.. Your socks are so cute..
Cookie: *Thinks to himself* She's lost the plot. She's forgotten about the chair.
Me: Cookie come on.. I need to study!! I need the chair, you always do this fluffy.. fluffy.. *starts to kiss him*. Please get off my chair.. I always end up studying on the floor or the bed. I need to get this done NOW!
Cookie: *looks up with the most angelic eyes*.. *Purr.. Purr*
Me: Awwwe.. You're so cute. *Takes stuff from table, and lays on the cold floor and begins to study whilst cookie licks himself for an hour - clearly he wasn't sleepy*.
Me: So yes.. The memory has two unitary stores.. and.. *Goes on studying*
Cookie: She's such a fool. I can drive her mad and she won't even know. Sucker. *Purr*.
.. This happens about three times a day. This exact scenario. Yes, I'm *that* sad. = God, I need help. By the end of next month I won't have any hair, I'll be hallucinating, and will be so paranoid that i'll be looking behind me whilst I walk forward.
I shall go home now, and find myself in the same predicament again. My life is so exciting.
3 comments:
*ahem*
I would kill to have a cookie
=D lol..oh woz...
We are in same boat- ecept I dont even really try to study.
FRaaaaaaaapppppppppppyyyyyyyyyy
Post a Comment