Great Expectations

Hi.. this is like a kind of diary entry... read on.. this might make you smile..

GAH! I wonder where to begin. One of the major problems with humankind is that they tend to have Great Expectations. And me, being a part of humankind, succumbed to it as well, and yeah well, here are the dramatic results. If you read my previous blog, you know what I am talking about -> The Party! Whew! It was like.... um, well.. AWFUL!!!!!!! It was so lame, even 'lame' would be put to shame! It was scheduled to commence at 7:30, and we reached there at 8.. fashionably late! And whoa, who do we find there... TODDLERS! YAY! So, we boogie the night away with toddlers! Now that's got to be rocking! NOT. Its like so distant from my(or any-mature-body else's) idea of fun!!! And there was this RJ who thought she was the coolest thing on earth, and she walked along swishing her hair left-right-left, and making these not-so-cute pouts at 2-year-olds! She went all, "Don't ask me how to be an RJ, 'cause u cant ask Sachin Tendulkar how to be a cricketer"(ohmigosh, this lady lives in la-la land, comparing herself to the demi-God of cricket! Dudette, sorry to burst your bubble, but you are to RJing what Sania Mirza is to cricket, so, like, you know, just please BUZZ OFF!). And then there was this "How to be an RJ" session with all these second-graders, and the lady practically had them captivated in her palms! We(me, and two of my pals) were so pissed off by this atrocious un-pah-rty-like party, that we scampered off to Pizza Hut downstairs as fast as our tired little legs could carry us~ And we sat there enjoying our pizzas with all the toppings that exist, and giggling and stuff till it was 9:40 and we decided to grace the party with a parting visit before we got bored enough to get back to our homes. When we got back there, it was um, a LITTLE better(very very minutely, but yeah), and so we felt like standing there and watching. I said better, right, that's because of the presence of a couple of earthly aliens over there, some of who were doing GARBA to Sean Paul's "temperature"! Talk about DUH-licious. And then there were people who THOUGHT they could dance well, but umm, actually they.. they were.. VERY WRONG! What they were doing, I don't know whether it has a name, nor can it be described in words, except for yeah, it was Totally Ridiculous! So, we, like, stood there and watched people making a fool of themselves, for the rest of the hour and then, thankfully, my dad came to Pick us up(read, Rescue us from a haven of jerks and weirdos).. and we went back home! But no (going by the way my life is shaping, I guess my Past-life Karma is nothing to be proud of), 'La Tortura' wasn't over yet. Our momsies were like "How was IT?" with these diabolic smirks on their faces, they already knew how lame it was, from the desperation in our voices when we asked them to Come and Take us from there. And so we accounted how despicable it was, while our momsies looked at us with a very-conspicuous-grin which said 'I knew it'. But seriously, it was the most wretched thing ever! I would rather teach a Koala Bear the English Alphabet than go to any of these alien parties! Maybe that's what they are like... if they are, then Thank You Dear Lord, for not letting me be born as a Paris Hilton or a Lana Weinberger or a Priscilla Ming or whoever(my Past-life Karma may not be all that bad now, come to think of it!)...
Lots and Lots of Love and Cheers,
Shuvi