When the going gets tough

I have some awesome news. Ralph Lauren has announced its decision to stop using fur in their designs for ethical reasons. I think it’s a great sign! You don’t have to bludgeon animals to death and skin them alive to stay warm or look cool. RL always was a class act but they’ve taken it a notch higher with this gesture. I wish all labels were as classy as good ol’ RL. As a token of support, I shall buy myself a RL shirt for Christmas. (I don’t have a single RL shirt! I’m always buying other people RLs and I never bought one for myself. WTF!)

Anyway, I woke up this morning at 630 and worked on my essays. Haven’t woken up this early in ages. I went to work listening to Boyzone’s version of “When the going gets tough”. Now I love Billy Ocean. He brings up fond memories of silver jackets and sweet victories, but that is a story for another day. Even though it’s a song about winning love, it’s really a song about knowing that you’re gonna win and that’s what makes it such a kickass song..

The weekend was not dull or lonely or drunk or fun. It was a putrid mix of everything. It exhausting to the point of being excrutiating. And I ‘excrutiated’ two more souls, took them down with me.

Went to a girly party.
Went to club st and new asia bar
Drank a little.
Got groped.
Got judged by a stranger.
Did my essays.
Had friends help me with essays.
Got a facial allergy.
Cried.twice.
Skipped dinner two nights.
Skipped breakfast/lunch once.
Went to le baroque dressed like a geek
Got my hair ironed.
Got my picture ruined.
Got help in getting a better picture.
Was asked if I was American
Got insulted for being Indian.
Got demeaned for looking different.
Got called a young, immature girl.
Intentionally fished for intellect-related compliments
Got compliments for the straight hair.
Had dinner.

Every week consistently, at least 3 people say horrible, nasty things about me to my face. Alarming? Hurtful? Amusing? I can’t make up my mind yet. But one thing’s fo sho.

Life is exciting. There is so much drama! I have found things to lose sleep over, skip meals over, cry over. Not all of them are good things, but some of them are great things.

I have another costume party next week. I am gonna be Poison Ivy.

…..the tough get rough, hey hey hey hey hey hey!