hey, look at me! feeling good! german class was so much fun! i used my brain! actually remembered a little something or other! then i went to the gym! and it felt good! i'm really starting to like this working out thing! i don't like all the exclamation marks, but i'm sure tomorrow i'll be back to my usual mopey self! ;)
in other news, i've realized that i use that phrase "in other news" a hell of a lot. i don't know why. is it a throwback to the days when i wanted to be a journalist? do i really think that the mundane details of my life warrant a news briefing? is it because i am linguistically/literally/verbally/whatever uncreative? sure, why not?
oh, and i love alan ruck.
german classes start tomorrow. that's exciting. other than that, i feel like today was a day of unusual difficulty. i failed at everything i tried to do. let's hear it for frustration and self-doubt.
in other news, deep reminded me today that he finds online diaries juvenile and pointless (my former opinion, i must admit -- and i may still believe that they're somewhat juvenile, but they make me happy, and isn't that all that matters?), so now i'll feel free to berate and discuss him here, in my very special passive-agressive utopia.
it's picture mania! i've added pics of the family now, too, for anyone who was curious about those wacky kids i'm always talking about. okay, you're probably right. i did it more for my own satisfaction -- i'm telling you it's picture mania! in any case, today's been another pretty useless day. i did make it to ikea, tho, and it's always fun to support the consumer economy.
new pictures! okay, well actually, they're old pictures, but i just got my hands on some of them (more pics from ireland!) and tons of those crazy foxfields pics i've been meaning to add. there are officially a ton now, so i'm sure micah will refuse to host me much longer, which will just force me to learn to do all those wonderful hosting things myself, but we'll see. i dunno. i'm rambling and weirdly tired. we went out to havana breeze tonight (lanette's sister's (ex?) boyfriend's club) to celebrate stephanie's birthday (she likes to dance). it was actually quite fun. i told all the guys i danced like a gringo, and they just looked at me like i was crazy. maybe one of these days i'll learn to dance and i won't have to explain myself anymore. i dunno. my ears are still ringing. gawd it was loud. in any case, i'm pretty poopy (my ass didn't leave the couch almost all day -- except to go dancing) so i'll stop transcribing my inane thoughts right about now.
i've decided that in a strange way, my car really does suit me. mostly, just because it's so NOT me, that it just is me; like, everything that is incongruous in my life, just ends up fitting. the only car that i can imagine choosing for myself is some old grey riceboy manual stationwagon. and really, how silly would i be to buy one of those when i have my baby just sitting here? anyway, just had to share.
i went out to get lunch just now (daylight! argh!), because i needed an excuse to get out of the house, and because i was really fiending for some thai noodles. too bad every asian-esque restaurant in the vicinity (and there are a LOT) was closed -- what was up with that? but, i was on a mission, so i eventually got some. also, ran some errands at target, which was interesting in the middle of a weekday. can't say i've ever done that before. and i think i've gotten too used to sammy being my only company; i've grown unaccustomed to people recoiling in horror at my unwashed stench and frazzled appearance. all of a sudden, people were looking at me as if i was the crazy one.
i should do that more often. i just realized i've been sitting my dark cave-like room all day, surrounded by piles of papers, and little light. and i wondered why i was blinking maniacally in the sun. the weather's gorgeous, btw. almost 70, it seems. where did all the cold go? not that i mind...
in an attempt to get on a roll with this whole updating-somewhat-regularly thing, i'm gonna' try to write even when i have nothing to gripe about. what is that you say? quantity not quality? yes. i agree.
so, um. yes. i went to go see a movie with whitney today -- berlin babylon. a german documentary about the rebuilding of berlin (90s); lots of architecture, lots of german (luckily, there were subtitles), but very interesting. i think i was a little confused at first, tho, bc i was expecting a movie-movie, not a documentary, and i kept waiting for a man to fall off a scaffold or something plot-like to happen. it was part of some german filmfest at visions theatre, which seemed like a very cool place over all. lounge/bistro/theatre-thingy. i swear the tvs at the bar were showing some 70s indian movie when we walked in, but i didn't get a chance to ask them which one, bc we were running late as it was.
other than that, charlotte this weekend was fun, but i think i already mentioned that. hm. interesting how i don't have to reach as far back in my memory when i actually already updated. in other news, i think i'm in love with this doctorgrosz guy. sure, his latest diary-type entry is a bit harsh (but sadly true), but otherwise, rather amusing. or maybe i'm just easily amused. i dunno.
you know what else is funny? working from home. sometimes i think it's more funny-hahaha-iwanttochopmyownhandsoffasanexcuse-funny, but this guy at slate put it in perspective, so now it's more like haha-icanfartloudlyinmycomputer'sgeneraldirectionwithoutdanglaringatmethroughthecubewalls-funny. and funnier.
yep, that's enough.
i'm back at home. yeah. i'm beginning to think travel isn't good for me at all. instead of quenching some sort of urge, it just exacerbates the itch. i dunno.
in any case, my "tour of the south" was fun. i booked it down to charlotte thursday night, and arrived sometime after midnight at rebekah's house. i bust in and we acted as if nothing had changed. andy was doing laundry there, too, so it was very reminiscent of old times.
friday morning, i caught a ride with rebekah to work, and felt inexplicably nervous the whole time i was walking into the building; i felt like a little kid on her first day of a new school. in any case, it was nice to see everyone again. i squatted between hendrik and brittany's cubes for the day, and felt what it was like to work in that row, finally. i think i managed to really upset bill and annoy everyone else around me, so i guess that worked out okay. micah shaved his head and looked like a lobotomy patient/newborn fuzzy chick, but other than that everyone else looked exactly the same. a lot of people were out of town (friday before a 3-day weekend, what was i thinking?) so i didn't get to see everyone, but i guess there's always next time.
friday night, we went to alexander michael's for dinner, and then to thomas street tavern for a bit. it was kind of an early night, since we were all really tired, but that was probably a good thing.
saturday, i got to see baby natasha ;) who was adorable and wiggly. the pics on the web do not do her justice; she's way cuter in person. i think i may have to spend more time in charlotte, just for an excuse to hang out with her. i think it's safe to say she's the coolest kid in charlotte.
saturday night, andy, quinn, rebekah, ed, justin and i watched the raiders/patriots game at picassos. the patriots won in a freak overtime victory, that i still think was kinda' unfair due to a blitzing technicality, but whatever. not like i really care about football, anyway. or either of the teams, really. at least andy and ed were happy.
sunday morning, rebekah and i had lunch at this great restaurant that i'd never been to before, pewter rose. i highly recommend everyone try it. i loved it. i scarfed down the smothered chicken and then began the journey north.
on the way, i drove through greensboro, to visit payal. we had coffee and i bought a ton of cds (recent realizations about money wasting away in a bank account allayed the initial feelings of guilt). it was fun to see her, if only for a few hours. she seems to be doing a lot better, attitude-wise, anyway. and that makes all the difference, when it comes to getting better. later that night, i drove to charlottesville (the original c!), and met up with max at the mellow mushroom, while we waited for raj's concert to finish up. we drank lots of water and discussed the politics of power and pride being the root of most international problems. what dorks we are. i love it.
once raj got out of his concert, we met up with him and rachel, and then headed to alice's apartment for the birthday festivities. whoever made the cake was a genius, and i'm totally planning on ganking the idea for the next birthday. overall, the night was fun and relaxing. it was nice to meet new people and see old friends at the same time. life goes on, i guess.
so, sunday night and monday night, i spent the night at max's house in waynesboro, va (actually, sherando lake, but whatever). monday i helped paint max's house a little ("help", being a term i'd use loosely), and then we headed back to cville for slacker shenanigans. we had dinner at copacabana (good, but overpriced), and then spent a few hours trying to pick out movies at blowbuster. we started out with "lolita", "girlfight", and "buena vista social club", but ended up getting "death race 2000" and "dude, where's my car?" (we decided on a theme) from hollywoodvideo. both ended up being very enjoyable movies, actually. "death race 2000" won us over with its coming attractions, even. "the big dollhouse" will definitely be an upcoming rental, if i can find it.
overall, a very necessary weekend. i feel like it's been forever since i worked. perhaps that is why i don't feel like working today. perhaps that is why i feel the need to ramble incessantly, instead.
i'm coming to charlotte! since, i bet it's only my lovely charlotte-ians that actually read this silly page anyway, i will save the latest gossip in my life (not much, really) for later tonight, when i arrive in my old home. just out of curiousity, if anyone else does actually read this page, lemme know.
also, i think it's offical: i spend way too much time with sammy (my dog). i find myself speaking to him in tongues and high-pitched squeals. and he understands. <chipmunk voice>good doggie!</chipmunk>
so, in my attempt to revitalize the humdrum that is my life, i decided to try something new today (okay, well a new bar anyway -- something entirely new would take far too much research for one day). scanning citysearch, i found a place called "majestic lounge" in del rae (a part of alexandria none of us had ever heard of before -- sounds quite californian, no?). april, whit and i met up there, and it was actually pretty cute. very chill, laid back, with tons of couches. not that any of you care, but i feel the need to spread the good word anyway.
so, after whitney left (she lives pretty far), april and i just hung out on some of the couches in the corner, and continued talking about our grandiose plans for taking over the world. and this older couple comes up and sits down right next to us. and the guy says "don't mind us, we're just gonna' make out." and they did.
it was disturbingly fascinating.
in other news, i signed up for german classes at the goethe institute in dc. should be fun. i definitely need it -- it'd be nice to be good at german again, and to use the old brain-thing. so little of that these days. i'm excited.
and now i can't remember what else i was going to write.
tho, i do remember that hearing the talking heads song "the big country" today did not help quench my (typical) unwieldy desire to move to nyc. <sigh> novurbia.
i'm eating kasugai roasted green peas, and watching weird dating shows on tv with my brother. studied the dog a little today for some clues to his zen-like tranquility (unless, of course there's raw meat around). didn't get it.
damn, girls on dating shows can be beo-tchy.
um, other than that, my lips are really chapped (i blame a cold new year's eve), my toe's healing nicely, and i've only managed to find 8 new strange scars on me today (i think my parents beat me in my sleep).
more random bodily complaints and dating show revelations as events warrant.
oh, and i'm gassy.
so you want more, eh? click away.
05/07sleeping with the fishes
04/07Kurt is up in heaven now.
02/07Yes, I'm still sitting here in Virginia
01/07because i can't keep up with the indians in the news
Wiki wiki wiki wak!
12/06Wherein I lose my ability to capitalize consistently
I don't like canned food.
Death by Bananas and Satire and Irony
running on empty
25% of the time you are on your periodical!
I don't know why.
No, YOU suck
05/06bachia takes over the world
payal & harnish get married
03/06pictures pacify the people
12/05Kalle has a plastic bag in his pocket. There is some pizza in it.
10/05adventures in surfing
12 hours of driving and... at least i saw a rainbow.
09/05now is time for cake
can you believe i've actually been to the hall the rikta was at? does that mean i've officially been to too many indian weddings? the hall's in atlanta!
09/05it was to scrape off my old decal
05/05betchya' never had a client claim to see angels floating over your shoulder
and the photos are even sporadically interspersed with requisite cute boy shots of cat
agreed: engineers are totally cute.
no risk ass
01/05ross and his golden plan
just because their photos are so much more entertaining/beautiful than mine
sea of heartbreak
12/04saare jahan se acha
i wanna go-a to goa!
just in case you deleted my email because you thought it was spam
11/04who's that other guy? how old is that pic? what happened to the essentials? who are you people?
leave our homos alone
boston is f&^$ing cold!
this country has broken my heart
i think my brother is trying to distract me from the pre-election tension by sharing this
10/04i was trying to be productive today
11/04cutest pics of three virginians in china EVAR!
10/04that deb sure is one smart cookie
why does this sound like a beatnik poem to me?
09/04happy hurricane weekend part IV
That dreamy look in your eye/
Give me a tropical contact high...
we need a flag and a name.
08/04miami nightlife after the monsoon rains
07/04finally we are no one
07/07Lost your IT job? Blame HR and your management. Don't blame India, or Indians.
06/04a place where everyone is slightly left of center (and ragingly so), urban, and wearing comfortable shoes
i also do not get "hella"
four year old predictions finally come true
anyone want a gmail invite?
ready talent reunion! and a baby.
05/04these pictures look curiously similar to my costa rica pictures...
04/2004so yesterday? i saw a movie? it was great?
03/04la cuenta por favor
i feel like i owe you
(hello? anyone still there?)
it MUST be big news
congrats kids :)
01/04send ice. and love.
this will just have to suffice for now
11/03i think i miss virginia
the truth about our jobs
dia de los muertos
10/03jimmy pop is cute
on so many levels
also, turnpike update from max: human-less coin lanes are gone
this one's for the bostonians
dramatic sigh soon to come
brain cells burning
taking a break from frog-mania
today's new word is mierde
09/03know what i need from you?
i'm working too, really
what have i gotten myself into?
surfers and lesbians
an adventure in ordinary life
start reading metafilter already
also, i got a room in miami! now come visit already.
08/03and mefi the movie would be funny
more liberal propaganda for ben
max is bored
who says you can't drink during the day as a regularly employed drone?
07/03you think i jest
temptation and timing
drinking is funny
i know some of y'all could do this
so, you won't mind when i ignore you?
you will be required by law to at least try to smoke a cigarette
both from mightygirl.net
i love cafepress
more more more links
alas, where is the redesign?
just links, no judgement
is the fucking glass half-empty or half-full?
or maybe i should just move to miami already
but not insane pictures :(
really? republicans have more money? who woulda thunk?
i have a mosquito bite on my butt
06/03the site, that is
03/03someone HAD to mention the oedipal complex
don't ask about the weddings
it's come to this
02/03did i mention that march is wedding-mania in dc?
i now have no choice but to delve into all my theories on life, proving them using quantum physics
now, i just wonder how i didn't notice until today... (blame it on the snoooow)
today's conversation with my brother
i would be very delighted to be your friend
the lost art of the well-crafted email
01/03love as politics
cyan is a four-letter word
who screams "widget!" in the throes of passion?
did i mention that i'm moving out?
soft, female and already corrupted, please
12/02i agree with "excess"
look who we found!
can you tell i can't concentrate on work today?
ghosts of xmas past
better than you, daily
fyi, i'm not that pharmacy student from u. of toronto
how itchy is his back anyway?
message to max
die die die
no pun intended
tales of a viking invasion were greatly exaggerated
11/02out of the whole chaotic cesspool of hate
she said it, not me
and a little frightening
just because i've been feeling somewhat muted lately...
do you realize?
next time i'll go to supercuts
and the proof is only 9 pages long
the morning after
even if you don't celebrate
10/02i am brown
shalini is by urgent request
basic adult survival
it's a good thing daddy runs the vacuum empire
hear me? hear me! i need sugar in my tea!
telecommuting spoiled me. bad telecommuting.
vestri matris dat bonus caput capitis
09/02just because their email was so... charming.
couldn't have said it better myself
it's just a joke. don't get so uppity
like daughter, like mother
i am NOT a hottie
i'm supposed to be working
you put the happy in my ness
you're more bored than i am
more to come, i'm sure
are you kiddin'? we've already rented out your room...
some links that are keeping me sedate and content for now
lush-o sez wha?
now, go read "midnight's children"
this is just a test. do not run out of your house screaming. yet.
for all us "bad" indian girls out there
flatulence does exist!
07/02so my ass is large and i smell funny... it could be worse.
and now for something pleasant
it was all her baby's daddy's fault, really
she claimed it was because of all the flannel
that's below the median
oh, and i went to jersey this weekend. it was fun.
i trust the tofu
to all you toe-haters out there...
um, is this what you expected?
still masquerading as a member of the real world
it's pointless to walk when it's past time to run
06/02guess i'll go eat now
inanity of content reaches an all-time low
anyone remember carmen sandiego?
rock on, nickelodeon
get busy living or get busy dying
what was that? you don't think i'm funny?
another one bites the dust
statement of the day
even a termite wouldn't choke on it o/~
living vicariously thru the sachia
embarrassing him is my job (my 8th personality is a large italian mother)
who knew that jay-z was a trendsetter?
welcome back to virginia
05/02stir it up
i don't get it
bollywood chic, eh? have you seen an indian movie?
skanky like a project chick
the british suck. apparently these pickles don't.
when you have nothing to say...
no, officer. i did NOT call you a fat pig.
is that a new shaliniland in the distance?
sammy, the aspiring supermodel
WAY better than being a reagan-baby
say something reasonably clever
old pictures are only worth a few words
just for micah
don't let your meat loaf.
whether you like it or not
some family trees bear an enormous crop of nuts
04/02blessed is the homemaker
return of the fratboy
i be getting sappy in my old age
choose your own adventure
and you thought i was a boy
and it's not even true
don't try to bring logic into this
you could be my sunshine
this IS the über-update
this is not the über-update
tracking the progress of injured toes
02/02not like alanis
it's amazing what a little hindlish will do to you
i've turned into my mother
not that i'd do anything about it, but...
i forgot what i was going to say
why is it so quiet around here?
i'm doing the chicken dance as i write this
i'm pretending to care
no new mail
what's purple, green and red and badly misshapen?
someone hath murdered sleep. good for him.
and dubya stands for walker.
more talk | less head
i'm a marketing gimp's dream-come-true
the all new gid show
nick loves porn more than me
bend it! bend it!
ONESELF WHOM BE ACTUAL
passive aggressiveness and inexplicable frustration
pictures of my world verify its existence
go to sleep, you picture-crazy maniac!
shalini is a riceboy!
ich muß hier verlassen!
"tour of the south" leaves shalini with a vicious rash
pookie goes to charlotte
don't mind us, we're just going to sit here and make out
sammy is my zen master. and he told me not to watch any more of these dumb dating shows.
"it is (to describe it figuratively) as if an author were to make a slip of the pen, and as if this clerical error became conscious of being such. perhaps this was no error but in a far higher sense was an essential part of the whole exposition. it is, then, as if this clerical error were to revolt against the author, out of hatred for him, were to forbid him to correct it, and were to say, 'no, i will not be erased, i will stand as a witness against thee, that thou art a very poor writer'."
- søren kierkegaard
(passage gleaned from "seymour, an introduction" by j.d. salinger)