Immma Rant. Peedums :*- Grammar Queen

Grammar Queen. What do I say about her. To settle on her name was difficult purely because she is so multi-faceted. I do curse my luck not to have met her before, but am also grateful that I've met her at all. She likes taking people's cases, and doesn't shy away when confronted. A fun loving cuteface, she is a friend one who strive to befriend. Which is lucky for you, 'cause she is quite the gregarious girl.

And do not mess with her with Grammar and spellings, she'll whip yo ass!

The following is how she graced my blog. Bless her.

So Peedee asked me to write a guest blog for him tonight. I told him I didn’t know what to write about so he told me to just rant or write about lovey dovey stuff. Lovey dovey peedee? Really? I’m gonna make your ass regret asking me to write for you. Sorry Shaktiman.

As you should have figured by now, I’m going to rant. RANT. Why don’t I do that on my blog :\ …yeah I’m lazy.

Ever had one of those days when it feels like you’re at war with the world? and all you want to do is break everything around you and you know it takes all of your strength to not drive that pelmet rod through the TV . Even thinking about it makes me feel so much better. But not quite.

Great. So. Babies. I hate them. I hate babies. There you go Peedee, people hate you too now. Babies make me uncomfortable. They have these tiny fingers and stare with those creepy wide eyes and poop n pee.  What’s the big deal about them anyway? Why such a fuss ? ohmygod-that-baby-is-so-cute or that-is-the-most-beautiful-baby-I’ve-ever-seen. Honestly, all babies look the same. I can’t think of more than one baby face. They all have that one standard look, if you ask me. But then you don’t have to. I don’t even care. You can go all ohmygod-choo-ciuteeee on the next baby you see, for all I care.

Okay, so the baby outburst is because of the sudden additions to my family. It seems like all of my cousins are reproducing. The outcome of which is that I’m not the youngest in the family anymore and that sucks. But I guess I’ll just have to suck it up. And buy those babies cute little things and be the best Aunt they’ll ever know. (If I lose being the favourite of one generation to another generation, must conquer the latter generation instead.)

And you know what else makes me uncomfortable? Graduating in a couple of month. How did I get through the three years? I slept through it. Do I regret that now? Kind of. I probably would have liked to have met a few more people…spent more hours laughing…had more croissants and iced-teas…not ranted about college while in college. Probably. But, I guess it’s okay… I met a lot of amazing people, Peedee being one of them :*

That brings me to, Freaking out. Change does that to us. The first big change was the big leap from school to college. Now here’s my second significant leap. From college to B school. From Home to Hostel. Living away from Mumma for the first time in 20 years. I just received my joining instructions mail. I cried reading it… They want me to bring my own curtains and mosquito nets and what not! Why can’t I just get a job that pays me peanuts and stay at home? I’m freaking out because I’ve to leave home. More than that I’m freaking out because I’m still not sure or convinced whether B School is the right path for me. Even more than that I’m freaking out because I’m 20 and I still don’t have a clear picture of where I see myself 5 years from now. But I guess, I never will. And maybe I’m okay with that. I've never been a concrete planner… I just concentrate on one step at a time, for the purpose of staying calm, more than anything else. So this is going to be another step.  Maybe, someday I will find my way.

I’ll just round it up by telling you all how great I think Peedee’s blog is.  Has to be, Peedee is quite amazing and it’s been an honour to write for his awesomesauce blog!

Here’s a poem I wrote about Santa’s Little Helper, it also has the word fart, to make up for being so spiteful initially:

Santa’s little helper, Santa’s little helper!
Always causing a rise in Homer’s temper.
Marge’s beautiful hair and voice surreal
Will always remind you that home is here.
Bart, that boy, barfing and farting
With you always, even while barking.
Maggie and Lisa singing a song
Homer your homie even after a beer bong!

-Grammar Queen

Bye peedums. :*