Its all about the following things in my life....that are playing hard to get.
1) The HP Pavillion Laptop that they use at home
2) Bagels!!!!!!
3) A cord for the guitar
4) Voltage convertors
5) a non psychotic iPod
6) Peace of Mind
7) to see a Labor/LSCS at least once
8) to be able to run again
9) Swimming
10) Shorts
11) a chance to wear that LBD
12) Bagels!!!
13) Solitude
18.3.07
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
So....I'm sick of India!!! I need to get the hell out as fast as I possibly can....but I really think there is no chance! *Sob*
Amazing how I want to wash my hands of an entire country, but I guess its because for the past year or two or four, chennai.hyderabad.bangalore has been india for me. The same people, the same faces, the same boring worthless conversations. Even coming home from school has lost its novelty. And don't even get me started on Chennai....
Its very difficult to relate to the vast majority of my peers at coll (then again it always has been....I'm just on a totally different wavelength than most other lol.) as most of them seem to have come from the Talibs in Afghanistan. Of course I smile, small talk and ask them how their day was, and we get along peachy keen (lol....Mr. max lives on) but thats just the surface. Nice people, but I just don't understand them. I mean these are kids who at certain unnamed class social events were surprised/angry/peeing in their pants because some of the boys couldn't hold their alcohol. Actually no, they were angry because there WAS alcohol in the first place. Grow the hell down! Stop moral policing, you can do that with your goddamn children when you're older.
Right....I'm done. Bangalore is slightly better, except for the fact that I know no one here.
Amazing how I want to wash my hands of an entire country, but I guess its because for the past year or two or four, chennai.hyderabad.bangalore has been india for me. The same people, the same faces, the same boring worthless conversations. Even coming home from school has lost its novelty. And don't even get me started on Chennai....
Its very difficult to relate to the vast majority of my peers at coll (then again it always has been....I'm just on a totally different wavelength than most other lol.) as most of them seem to have come from the Talibs in Afghanistan. Of course I smile, small talk and ask them how their day was, and we get along peachy keen (lol....Mr. max lives on) but thats just the surface. Nice people, but I just don't understand them. I mean these are kids who at certain unnamed class social events were surprised/angry/peeing in their pants because some of the boys couldn't hold their alcohol. Actually no, they were angry because there WAS alcohol in the first place. Grow the hell down! Stop moral policing, you can do that with your goddamn children when you're older.
Right....I'm done. Bangalore is slightly better, except for the fact that I know no one here.
7.3.07
CATS
No I'm not referring to that "amazing" Broadway musical (which my dad swears to have fallen asleep in) but my very own adopted home....THE HOSTEL!
So you'd think, that on a medical school campus, they'd understand the importance of keeping the living spaces of animals and humans separate....but NO! We share our hostel with an entire family of Cats. Felines. Meowers. Whatever....you get the point. So.....what the F!!!!
And not only do the cats live here, but they don't lead a quiet, sane, lazy, self-indulgent life as you'd expect them too, but they roam our halls throughout the day scavenging our garbage cans and leaving behind a trail of chicken bones. When walking back from a friend's room in the middle of the night you get the shock of your life when you suddenly see the stereotyped eyes glowing in the darkness. I don't know whether its paranoia, the heat messing with my thinking faculties or just the truth...these cats no longer travel alone. I only ever see them in twos or threes. Its like they've finally figured out safety in numbers. They sure as hell scare me.
Nothing more to say. My head hurts.
So you'd think, that on a medical school campus, they'd understand the importance of keeping the living spaces of animals and humans separate....but NO! We share our hostel with an entire family of Cats. Felines. Meowers. Whatever....you get the point. So.....what the F!!!!
And not only do the cats live here, but they don't lead a quiet, sane, lazy, self-indulgent life as you'd expect them too, but they roam our halls throughout the day scavenging our garbage cans and leaving behind a trail of chicken bones. When walking back from a friend's room in the middle of the night you get the shock of your life when you suddenly see the stereotyped eyes glowing in the darkness. I don't know whether its paranoia, the heat messing with my thinking faculties or just the truth...these cats no longer travel alone. I only ever see them in twos or threes. Its like they've finally figured out safety in numbers. They sure as hell scare me.
Nothing more to say. My head hurts.
It was the best of times....
I don't know what it is with all my references to literature....but I guess I'm just in one of those bored philosophical moods.
Today was an eventful day. One of those thats worth living. Lol. Actually every day is worth living. I don't know what I'm talking about. But thats okay. Stream of consciousness baby. Still want to read Kerouac's On the Road. Anyone out there read it?
Okay, enough for today. Avoir.
Today was an eventful day. One of those thats worth living. Lol. Actually every day is worth living. I don't know what I'm talking about. But thats okay. Stream of consciousness baby. Still want to read Kerouac's On the Road. Anyone out there read it?
Okay, enough for today. Avoir.
3.3.07
Everything is Not as it Seems
Okay. So here goes. The beginning. Of what i hope will be something useful. Unlike everything else in my life right now.
My blog is called The Upside of Everything....and it might be a misnomer, but generally thats the tide of my perspective on life. And Benign Indifference? For anyone who has read Albert Camus's The Stranger, a masterpiece in any sense of the word, they'll know exactly what I mean. Am I existentialist? I don't know. But I certainly feel like I'm waiting for......a Godot I guess. Yes in capital letters. So on that note....and because dinner calls. Toodles.
My blog is called The Upside of Everything....and it might be a misnomer, but generally thats the tide of my perspective on life. And Benign Indifference? For anyone who has read Albert Camus's The Stranger, a masterpiece in any sense of the word, they'll know exactly what I mean. Am I existentialist? I don't know. But I certainly feel like I'm waiting for......a Godot I guess. Yes in capital letters. So on that note....and because dinner calls. Toodles.
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