That isn't a song I like, particularly, but 'a long December' seemed kind sad and what's there to be sad about December!? Nothing, December is awesome!!!!
Its time for my annual I love December post!
Reasons why I love December and the holidays!
1. These.
2. Shopping in Los Angeles is just wow! I can finally get down to buying fall and winter clothes, and ACTUALLY wear them. I now own boots and a fab trench coat! And some really funky sweaters. Online shopping is pretty fun, but not as much fun as regular shopping, but fun nevertheless.
3. I might have a super-fab new years!
4. I actually wake up smiling for no reason at all, and this, after four months of waking up wishing I could collapse and never get up again!
5. My exams end in less than two weeks!
6. CAT is almost over back home, and I know everyone is going to do SUPER well!
7. I get ideas to blog. I'm supposed to be studying but cannot help post this!
8. ALL my assignments are done and over with. They weren't all great, but its December, so everything's ok!
9. My online shopping is going to be delivered soon!
10. Christmas sales, and decorations!
11. Christmas candy!
12. The AWESOME Santa hat I bought!
13. Universal Studios!
14. Battle Studies
15. Scrubs!!
16. The new Archie gets married issue. I'm waiting for all six to come so I can read them together, but I don't think I'll last. The latest issue looks crazzyy!
17. 25$ I got from AT&T for referring my roommate!
18. The feeling that I get that something great is on its way!
Happy December, all!! :)
Hope you all have an awesome one as well! :)
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Girl
Women, sheesh.
I'm sure everyone of you out there has said/heard someone say this.
This post was inspired by my friend, S, the complicated one at Michigan, but is directed towards every woman on this planet.
I don't know what it is about the way our brain works, really. How something as insignificant as a single message can totally turn our day around and change our entire outlook of life. And that message may range from a 600 characters message to a message containing a single, 'Hi'!
Fine, lets put messages aside. A missed call itself has the power to do the outlook changing part! Its absurd, really, the speed at which our brains work in such situations. I really don't know where such massive doses of (stoned) endorphins are stored! And ALL this is brought about by a single entity.
Boys.
There might be a World War raging, or an hurricane looming around the corner, but when the aforementioned message makes an appearance, all we can think is, 'HE messaged!!', and turn giddy with joy! And, oh my God, the psychoanalysis that's involved in replying! We really might be the next Marie Curie or Condoleezza Rice, or the female version of Cicero, otherwise. But the number of 'what will he think?', and 'what should I say?', and the 'what should I say SO he thinks that?,' is crazy! And if the object of our attention is around, there, wait-for-it, THERE! The rapid transformation into the fifteen year old school girl.
And we hate it. We hate the naivety. At the moment we obviously wouldn't realize it, what with the excessive hormone rush, but the moment 'the moment' passes, that's when it comes. This time, the questions are replaced by, 'what was I thinking?,' 'how could I have been so stupid?,' and 'Man, I wish I could take all that back!!' And then that moment lasts for longer, much longer. And after all that, for the next thirty days or so, we enter the passive phase, where there's no hurt, no regret, no joy, no bliss. Just blah.
And then enters same boy/different boy. Begins: infinite loop.
Sigh.
Why!?
But then again, its the little joys and the cheap thrills, right?
I'm sure everyone of you out there has said/heard someone say this.
This post was inspired by my friend, S, the complicated one at Michigan, but is directed towards every woman on this planet.
I don't know what it is about the way our brain works, really. How something as insignificant as a single message can totally turn our day around and change our entire outlook of life. And that message may range from a 600 characters message to a message containing a single, 'Hi'!
Fine, lets put messages aside. A missed call itself has the power to do the outlook changing part! Its absurd, really, the speed at which our brains work in such situations. I really don't know where such massive doses of (stoned) endorphins are stored! And ALL this is brought about by a single entity.
Boys.
There might be a World War raging, or an hurricane looming around the corner, but when the aforementioned message makes an appearance, all we can think is, 'HE messaged!!', and turn giddy with joy! And, oh my God, the psychoanalysis that's involved in replying! We really might be the next Marie Curie or Condoleezza Rice, or the female version of Cicero, otherwise. But the number of 'what will he think?', and 'what should I say?', and the 'what should I say SO he thinks that?,' is crazy! And if the object of our attention is around, there, wait-for-it, THERE! The rapid transformation into the fifteen year old school girl.
And we hate it. We hate the naivety. At the moment we obviously wouldn't realize it, what with the excessive hormone rush, but the moment 'the moment' passes, that's when it comes. This time, the questions are replaced by, 'what was I thinking?,' 'how could I have been so stupid?,' and 'Man, I wish I could take all that back!!' And then that moment lasts for longer, much longer. And after all that, for the next thirty days or so, we enter the passive phase, where there's no hurt, no regret, no joy, no bliss. Just blah.
And then enters same boy/different boy. Begins: infinite loop.
Sigh.
Why!?
But then again, its the little joys and the cheap thrills, right?
Monday, November 23, 2009
Life in TECHNICOLOR...Hah!
Remember how you used to look at all those nerds in school and make fun of how all they did was only study and had no life outside of that, secretly wishing you could be like that as well? No? Come on, don't lie. We've all been there! OK, maybe not in school but a little later on definitely. Still, no? Fine, I'll be the honest one here. I always wished I could be a nerd. AND DAMN IT, of all the wishes, that one had to come true!
This was the conversation I had with a friend the other day.
Him: You don't come home anymore.
Me: I don't go home. Period.
That's almost quite literally true. My daily routine can be summarized in five lines.
Wake up.
Go to the library.
Catch a burger for lunch.
Go back to the library.
Go home to crash at midnight.
Kind of an infinite for loop, yes?
Oh my God, I cannot believe I just said that!
Yes, Grad school. IS that bad.
Along with the terms to admission you also agree to the following:
- I agree to having no life.
- I agree to getting mind-fu**ed.
- I agree to getting ass-fu***ed.
- I agree to getting fu**ed sideways.
- I agree to feeling miserable every morning.
- I agree to turn into the most pessimistic person on the planet.
- I agree to get up every morning, looking like I have nothing left to live for.
- I agree to giving up on any shred of self confidence and self respect that I possess.
- I agree to pay for the early Botox I'm going to undergo because of the infinite frown lines on my forehead.
- I agree to let my virginity be taken, over and over and over again, by, wait-for-it, God-awful courses.
- I agree to being an agnostic.
If you ever think of going my way in this respect, please please read this post.
But inspite of alllll this, I did manage to catch a movie over the weekend.
New Moon.
Two words.
HELL NO!
Not even Jacob Black's above-the-belt nudity (or lack of it) is worth the torture and the waste of time. I've watched bad movies and worse movies, but this one walked away with the most pathetic excuse for the cake.
Not even worth downloading and watching.
Trust me.
This was the conversation I had with a friend the other day.
Him: You don't come home anymore.
Me: I don't go home. Period.
That's almost quite literally true. My daily routine can be summarized in five lines.
Wake up.
Go to the library.
Catch a burger for lunch.
Go back to the library.
Go home to crash at midnight.
Kind of an infinite for loop, yes?
Oh my God, I cannot believe I just said that!
Yes, Grad school. IS that bad.
Along with the terms to admission you also agree to the following:
- I agree to having no life.
- I agree to getting mind-fu**ed.
- I agree to getting ass-fu***ed.
- I agree to getting fu**ed sideways.
- I agree to feeling miserable every morning.
- I agree to turn into the most pessimistic person on the planet.
- I agree to get up every morning, looking like I have nothing left to live for.
- I agree to giving up on any shred of self confidence and self respect that I possess.
- I agree to pay for the early Botox I'm going to undergo because of the infinite frown lines on my forehead.
- I agree to let my virginity be taken, over and over and over again, by, wait-for-it, God-awful courses.
- I agree to being an agnostic.
If you ever think of going my way in this respect, please please read this post.
But inspite of alllll this, I did manage to catch a movie over the weekend.
New Moon.
Two words.
HELL NO!
Not even Jacob Black's above-the-belt nudity (or lack of it) is worth the torture and the waste of time. I've watched bad movies and worse movies, but this one walked away with the most pathetic excuse for the cake.
Not even worth downloading and watching.
Trust me.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
A Message
How to get me to totally loathe you:
Tell me, two days before the algorithms mid-term, in which you previously scored an 83 and in which I scored a measly 36, to teach you the topics in the aforementioned subject!
Tell me, two days before the algorithms mid-term, in which you previously scored an 83 and in which I scored a measly 36, to teach you the topics in the aforementioned subject!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
City Love
I promise I wont make this sappy or corny or full of stuff about how I miss home.
Well, atleast I'll try not to.
I watched two movies today. After God knows how long! Actually after yesterday. But THAT was after God knows how long! So quick movie reviews!
He's just not that into you - Contrary to the various negative reviews I heard about this one, I actually found this one pretty decent. Minus the Drew Barrymore parts. Those were bullshit. I actually watched it because of my new-found love for Kevin Connolly, but really really liked Justin Long at the end of it. BUT women are not like 'Gigi'. Period.
The AnswerMan - Different. Not great but nice. LOVED Lauren Graham in it. And I kept thinking the protagonist was Dave Coulier, he wasn't.
(500) Days of Summer - Like the narrator says, this is a boy-girl story but it isn't a love story. I liked this one. Very much. Awesome performances and story line and a really really good soundtrack. Watch!
Coraline - Animated. Horror, kind of. Nice. Its got Teri Hatcher playing a kind of witch in it.
Waiting for Shrek 4! According to my Graphics prof, who works at Dreamworks, its the craziest, whackiest Shrek ever! Yaaiy!
I have been geeking out lately. Our latest assignment was Youtube related so I actually go to my homework page to listen to music of late. Also I really want t show off my awesomeness, so please visit this. Much help was provided by my roommate, A. So, much thanks to her!
On the life front, I've decided to give alcohol a well-deserved break, atleast for a month or two. I miss home too much and the tequila consumption really clouds my judgement and makes me do rubbish things to make up for that. And the next morning is always the next evening! So, adios, CH3OH, C2H5OH and the likes. You will not be missed. I bet my roommates will be real glad to read that. But they don't read this, so too bad.
I'm visiting Vegas over the weekend. Think I should push the above break by a week? Or does Vegas come with a default don't-give-a-shit pass? I guess I will let Vegas decide that for itself. And I'm going with two older brothers. Hopefully they will take care of my expenses. :)
I'm going to miss Halloween in LA! Damn!
My friends told me not to stop blogging, but I think I should throw the advice right back at them. So yeah, Ramya and Akaash, give work a break and come with a super post! Go go go!
On a crazy mental note, this is one of my classmates. Looking at his CV really made me question everything! And he's our age! God so did not spend the same amount of time on all of us!
I'm leaving you all with this. Watch the last 4 minutes of the video. Its awesome! I seriously new respect for Surds after this! Look how happy they look!
Well, atleast I'll try not to.
I watched two movies today. After God knows how long! Actually after yesterday. But THAT was after God knows how long! So quick movie reviews!
He's just not that into you - Contrary to the various negative reviews I heard about this one, I actually found this one pretty decent. Minus the Drew Barrymore parts. Those were bullshit. I actually watched it because of my new-found love for Kevin Connolly, but really really liked Justin Long at the end of it. BUT women are not like 'Gigi'. Period.
The AnswerMan - Different. Not great but nice. LOVED Lauren Graham in it. And I kept thinking the protagonist was Dave Coulier, he wasn't.
(500) Days of Summer - Like the narrator says, this is a boy-girl story but it isn't a love story. I liked this one. Very much. Awesome performances and story line and a really really good soundtrack. Watch!
Coraline - Animated. Horror, kind of. Nice. Its got Teri Hatcher playing a kind of witch in it.
Waiting for Shrek 4! According to my Graphics prof, who works at Dreamworks, its the craziest, whackiest Shrek ever! Yaaiy!
I have been geeking out lately. Our latest assignment was Youtube related so I actually go to my homework page to listen to music of late. Also I really want t show off my awesomeness, so please visit this. Much help was provided by my roommate, A. So, much thanks to her!
On the life front, I've decided to give alcohol a well-deserved break, atleast for a month or two. I miss home too much and the tequila consumption really clouds my judgement and makes me do rubbish things to make up for that. And the next morning is always the next evening! So, adios, CH3OH, C2H5OH and the likes. You will not be missed. I bet my roommates will be real glad to read that. But they don't read this, so too bad.
I'm visiting Vegas over the weekend. Think I should push the above break by a week? Or does Vegas come with a default don't-give-a-shit pass? I guess I will let Vegas decide that for itself. And I'm going with two older brothers. Hopefully they will take care of my expenses. :)
I'm going to miss Halloween in LA! Damn!
My friends told me not to stop blogging, but I think I should throw the advice right back at them. So yeah, Ramya and Akaash, give work a break and come with a super post! Go go go!
On a crazy mental note, this is one of my classmates. Looking at his CV really made me question everything! And he's our age! God so did not spend the same amount of time on all of us!
I'm leaving you all with this. Watch the last 4 minutes of the video. Its awesome! I seriously new respect for Surds after this! Look how happy they look!
Friday, October 23, 2009
83 - still October, still John Mayer.
14, 538.
The distance, in kilometers, between where I am now and where I want to be.
430.
The rent.
91210.
The zipcode of the future. Dreamworks.
570.
The unspeakable course. Algorithms.
10.
Points in XML!
12.
The distance, in miles, between where I live and where John Mayer does.
2.
The number of buses I have to change to get there.
63.
Days to Christmas.
5.49.
For a six-pack. The alcoholic kind.
0278 & 0119
The road to heaven!
27, 569.
The number of limbs I'd give to eat mum's chole again.
70.
Days away from home.
15.
The distance, in miles, between where I live, and those magical letters, HOLLYWOOD.
80117115115121
Code for the word I don't want to hear for a long time.
313, 301.
The addresses.
1.
Beatles album.
The U2 song.
Me. Stuck in the middle and kinda liking it! :)
The distance, in kilometers, between where I am now and where I want to be.
430.
The rent.
91210.
The zipcode of the future. Dreamworks.
570.
The unspeakable course. Algorithms.
10.
Points in XML!
12.
The distance, in miles, between where I live and where John Mayer does.
2.
The number of buses I have to change to get there.
63.
Days to Christmas.
5.49.
For a six-pack. The alcoholic kind.
0278 & 0119
The road to heaven!
27, 569.
The number of limbs I'd give to eat mum's chole again.
70.
Days away from home.
15.
The distance, in miles, between where I live, and those magical letters, HOLLYWOOD.
80117115115121
Code for the word I don't want to hear for a long time.
313, 301.
The addresses.
1.
Beatles album.
The U2 song.
Me. Stuck in the middle and kinda liking it! :)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Belief
After this week:
I believe that deadlines can be met.
I believe in Ari Gold.
I believe in Dreamworks.
I believe that things happen for a reason.
I believe that women are not meant to see certain things.
I believe in Hollywood.
I believe that Modern Family is well on its way to become the new Scrubs.
I believe North Carolina might be fun.
I believe people can really come through for you, for no reason at all.
I believe that big things are about to happen.
I believe in rock and roll.
I believe in hope. And serendipity. And belief. I believe in belief.
I believe in blue!
I believe in the universe, even though I haven't read the secret.
I believe I will meet Kevin Connolly and John Mayer and Jeremy Piven.
I believe in you.
and....
I believe in the AWESOMENESS that is me.
You should, too.
I believe that deadlines can be met.
I believe in Ari Gold.
I believe in Dreamworks.
I believe that things happen for a reason.
I believe that women are not meant to see certain things.
I believe in Hollywood.
I believe that Modern Family is well on its way to become the new Scrubs.
I believe North Carolina might be fun.
I believe people can really come through for you, for no reason at all.
I believe that big things are about to happen.
I believe in rock and roll.
I believe in hope. And serendipity. And belief. I believe in belief.
I believe in blue!
I believe in the universe, even though I haven't read the secret.
I believe I will meet Kevin Connolly and John Mayer and Jeremy Piven.
I believe in you.
and....
I believe in the AWESOMENESS that is me.
You should, too.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
St. Patrick's Day.....not!
Hello readers (those of you who still read this, that is.). :)
A super Diwali to you all! Load up on them sweets, light up them candles, and go nuts with the firecrackers (I love the anar in particular!). Oh, and don't drink and drive!!
I can't believe I actually miss that Hutch used to charge 1 buck a message on Diwali. Seems so trivial compared to 25cents AT&T does!
Happy Diwali again! :)
A super Diwali to you all! Load up on them sweets, light up them candles, and go nuts with the firecrackers (I love the anar in particular!). Oh, and don't drink and drive!!
I can't believe I actually miss that Hutch used to charge 1 buck a message on Diwali. Seems so trivial compared to 25cents AT&T does!
Happy Diwali again! :)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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