Chaiyya chaiyya.

I can't believe that tomorrow is Wednesday! Yeeeeah, that is good news. I love that about school. How the days just burn on by. Last night, I met a handful of sweet and warm girls. Tomorrow, I will be having lunch with Annika, ain't that a fun name? Annika rhymes with Shaneequa, for pronunciation confusion purposes. Today, my Indian Cinema professor dropped the F bomb twice. In referring to the fact that the main British meal is now an Indian dish and how certain Indians completely denounce their Indian-ity and call themselves British. "Those fucking Paki's"...something or other was said here... "They fucking will say...". Oh, it was kinda weird to hear such a man incorporate profanity into his intellectual dialect.

I had no idea it's a Bollywood movie until this first number sprang on us. 

The gist: a man falls in love with a woman who barely speaks one word to him. He works for the radio, she's a terrorist. And they live happily ever after.

Actually, I don't know if that last part is actually true considering we didn't get to finish the movie... Wait, don't I have class from 12:30 to 3:30? And we started right away, yeah? Yup, it's THAT long.

Anyways, I have homework to attend to. I miss a few. I feel blessed. Chocolate covered cranberries are much too addicting for my own good. 

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