"..... my birthday"

Yesterday was my 31 birthday or as my brother puts it the 10 anniversary of my 21 birthday. (I suppose I will now go on and on on about my life and what I have learned and all…. And the fact that I am writing on this forum is a symbol of my jargon mood)
lesson from my 31 birthday:
• Am really fortunate to have such a loving family… and it nice to be every body’s sweetheart.
• my colleague the biggest khaooos of the first order, I mean even before they greeted me they started demanding for the cake. Like really!!!
• I enjoy studying, even at 31…
• My childhood crush who is one of my closest friends, is no longer talking to me. He is still sulking over me teasing him the last time he was in India (5 months back…) like really! we have been friend for over 15 years and he is so pissed, over nothing and dint call me, we have always called, no matter which part of the world we r in. all I got was a stupid FB wall post!!!
• I am really thrilled about all the people who did remember my birthday : )
• and the most important I dint feel bad about manav not calling me,I guess I have got over him
over all I not sure how I have fared… but I did have a super day.
want to thank the universe for loving me : )

Babbling about nothing

Just as I was planning to quit everything and go live in the hills…. Probably even settle down with the good man who is waiting for me…. I get this mail from the IB head office and its informing me about all this hi-fi stuff and I wonder why ME!!

Do you some time feel you are in this place and you don’t really belong there.. I am sort of feeling like that now. Like I have to act intellectual, like I meant to come across as someone with a High IQ (which I do have on paper.. but I don’t know how)

So while reading this mail and going through all the big jargon on education, all that is going in my head is how sick I am of bending to teach children literally (I know it sounds kinky) but I am really sick of bending down and teaching kids… and thats why I feel like quitting. I know its lame, (probably the reason I am writing about it no one ever reads this blog anyway….)

Getting back to where I started, the mail has made me realize about the number of my colleague who would love be in my shoe. And I want to give at all away just for a back ace…. Enough of babbling and dreaming of doing nothing. I have to get my act together and start working again just because i am possessive about my SHOES ; )