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Name:Anju
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Friday, April 29, 2005

So long, farewell

Things are coming to an end.
Last night was the last night I spent doing homework for this semester's classes.
Katie popped her head in once or twice to talk about something, and the dog came and rested his head on my lap once to make sure that I still loved him. I thought to myself, I'm going to really miss this.
Then Katie pops in once last time to say, "Do you still want to see Johnny?" (she obviously means the one and ONLY Johnny) and I say, "I'll be done in two seconds!" (very excited that Katie is baking things with chocolate in them and telling me Johnny will be on the tv in moments).
I realize that I will miss this a lot.
She'll be in Chicago all summer, Nishant will leave come June, and I will be alone.
This is a very sad thought...
I know that in two months she'll be back, we'll be moving to a nicer apartment, and making plans to see Zach and Nishant in Seattle.
This is a very happy thought...
I think every down, has it's ups eventually.
Thank you for everyone who wrote a comment or thought about writing a comment in my last post. I really appreciated it.

Summer is coming.. who can be depressed when it is summer?

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Give up

Do you ever feel that no matter how many blood, sweat, and tears you put into your life, you are still going to break even in the end?

This year, I feel like I've starved myself to remain out of debt, I've toiled over school work to get good grades, and I've sacrificed a lot of time and energy to try to make the relationships go better in my life.

I feel that over the next two weeks I'll find out that, A.) I'm in debt B.) I have bad grades (bad grades = straight C's), and that everyone truely hates me anyway.

I hate days like these.

Friday, April 22, 2005

Jesus Freaks.

So, I was working in my office today when I get a call.


Me: "Purdue Convocations! (bright and cheery)"
Guy: "Hello, I'm trying to find out whether or not you have a large concerts?"
Me: "Yes we do (still cheery)"
Guy: "Do you have hip hop concerts?"
Me: "We do sometimes, but they don't sell as well as some other concerts (voice fading from cheeriness because of lack of point to conversation)"
Guy: "What are you, a Christian School?"
Me: "No, we lean towards a more conservative campus (voice completely hard and professional)"
Guy: "Oh, so I.E. religious freaks."
Me: (thinking... "How nice of you to judge me! *complete fake cheeriness*)
Guy: "So do you have a hip-hop population?"
Me: "I guess not (in a voice that would make the dog sit down and Nishant to ask what he did wrong)"
Guy: (nervous laugh because he must have a girlfriend that uses that voice on him too)
Guy: "(after a nervous pause in which he hoped I would say something) Uh.. Is there anyone I could talk to about maybe bringing a hip-hop show?"
Me: (slight smile because of his complete nervous voice in asking that question) "Of course! Let me send you to Laura! (cheeriness back!)"

The funny thing is, he was probably talking to one of the most liberal girls on campus... Just today Katie and I were talking about making t-shirts that say, "Abortion: The right choice."
And he had the gull to call me (I know this wasn't directly, but I'm female so let me say it was meant for me) a religious freak... how about... Agnostic freak?

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Tracky Track Back

Thank god for The Hot Librarian.
What started out as a crummy day turned into a fun laughing session.

Where did spring/summer go?

:(

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Deb
You are Deb and you could drink whole milk if you
wanted.


Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?
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Monday, April 18, 2005



Today is a day I thank my lucky stars I wasn't born in the 80's.
I walk around campus and see everyone in capris, big sunglasses, and head bands. That is my kind of style. The very Audrey Hepburnish look.
This time of the year it is too cool for the slutty shorts (where I can see ass cheeks) and the skimpy skirts (where Nishant says, "I can tell a girl's religion by those skirts"), instead everyone dresses... well.. Elegantly and classically.

Thank god for the 00's fashion sense (until summer comes anyway).

Sunday, April 17, 2005



Today was a warm breezy day. It was pleasant to take the dog for a walk.. I stayed out with him longer than usual.. but I don't think he minded.

Saturday, April 16, 2005


I am addicted to this game. I grew up with all the Disney characters, I watched Aladdin and Sleeping Beauty repeatedly up until my Sophomore year of college, and I went to Disney world recently.
This game is awesome. I have watched Katie play it everyday this week. The different worlds are different Disney Animation movies and the characters you play are characters from the Final Fantasy games.
I don't play Playstation, but I love to watch games... and this one has got me hooked.
If you haven't played it and own a Playstation, I suggest you rent it and play it for a week, you'll be hooked too.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

It all started when I woke up this morning with an inane feeling of going to my class. I tried fighting this feeling by hitting the snooze button, but to no avail, and I finally got up. After dragging (somewhat literally) Nishant out of bed and standing him upright, I got ready and he drove me to class.

After class, I was feeling good that I had actually made it on time to class with so little sleep the night before.
As I walk out of class, I see a professor that I had been in continuing correspondence to until one day I just didn’t reply to an e-mail he sent. Someone who I didn't want to say hi too, so I quickly dart down a different hallway pretending to need an Exponent.
As I’m walking down the hallway, I think, "I should take this short cut around the corner."

As I turn the corner I am left face to face with none other than Becca, my ex-best friend and person who can find your buttons (and push them) faster than a tailor.
In my head many explicatives went off all at once, and I darted to the nearest exit to me.
At this point I feel a little shaken.

The exit I chose leads out to the road, so I start to walk along the road, only to be past (in a car) by one of Nishant’s ex-girlfriends who doesn’t like me all that much.
As paranoia sets in, three things happen:
A.) I start to remember every person in the past 3 years that I don’t like anymore.
B.) I start to think of ways that those people could possibly attack me on my way home.
C.) I realize I’m standing froze to the spot so those people could catch up and attack me easier.

I start walking, head looking down, and feet moving fast.
I make it to the edge of campus.
Thank god.

Some guy who is dressed in so many fraternity letters that I can only assume he has those letters tattooed on his ass, walks by me and says, "Hey there!" in one of those voices that you use only for people you are close too.
I momentarily pause, knowing there is NO way I know this guy. I say, "Hi" and start walking past him, when he goes, “I really miss talking to you.”

I REALLY do not know this guy.
I stop at this point, because for some reason, I thought I could be wrong and have really bad memory. That's when I realize that on this campus somewhere there is a girl who looks like me and when guys are drunk, we could be twins.

So this guy is just standing there looking at me.
Not knowing what to do, I just turn and start walking away from him.
I could feel him looking at me as I walk away, and because I’m only human, I turned around to see if it was true.
Sure enough, he’s still standing in the same spot I left him and when I turned, he waved at me.

I don’t look up again the rest of the way home.

It has been an odd sort of day.

Monday, April 11, 2005

There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall



Seems like everyone is leaving.
Zack left in January for Seattle.
Jeff and Laura are leaving in May for California.
Nishant is leaving in June for Seattle.
Three of the good classmates I had are leaving in July for Australia.
And now I looked at my friend's blogs and I found out that one of them is leaving for India in May.

It seems like I'm the rat watching all the other rats leave the ship that's sinking... yet I'm not going anywhere. (this is not to insinuate that the people leaving are in any way like a rat, it was only to go along with the phrase "Like rats abandoning a sinking ship") ;)

I kind of feel trapped all of a sudden.

Sunday, April 10, 2005



Today was the first day that I walked out in bare feet onto the spring grass.
Summer is coming.. I can feel it.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

I decided today that I can never have more than 3 kids.

Could you imagine 4 kids sick at the same time with diarrhea, vomiting, and fevers?

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I think not.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Gonads and Strife



Tomorrow night I will be here.
Yes. At the Neon Cactus.
Neon Cactus = One huge open room, with one huge dance floor, and little stools and bars all the way around it. Thursday night, there is a guy who plays the piano (really badly) and everyone gets drunk and sings with him in this tiny room off to the side of the huge middle room. Think… Coyote Ugly meets the biggest bar you’ve ever seen.
The reason why I say Coyote Ugly is because in the center of that huge dance floor is half naked girls dancing with boys and for the most part doing everything but the actual act of having sex. I’m talking, nothing left up to the imagination.
Its funny, you can always pick out the ones that met on the dance floor and the ones who knew each other before they got there.
It’s actually a very good time, as long as you are with a group of people and drunk when you get there. I can’t wait. I do this once in a blue moon.

Funny story: I work at Purdue Convocations, and the entire cast from Fiddler on the Roof wanted to go drink after their performance. They heard Neon Cactus and were like “HELL YEAH!” And they all wanted to troop over there.
Can you imagine Tevye and cast running around the Neon Cactus? I think the director convinced them not too, but I always thought it would be funny to see some Russian dancing up on the floor.
I so rarely do this, that this in fact is my second time ever going to a bar. I like to relax and drink but usually in a controlled atmosphere, but these people I’m going with, I trust completely, so it seems controlled anyway for me.
The last time we went to the Neon Cactus was sometime in the beginning of January. This picture was taken before Nishant, Zach, Jeff, Katie, and I went to the Cactus. Can you imagine? Katie took a picture of Nishant and I and it turned out like this. You should have seen her on the way to Taco Bell later that night.
Oh man.
;-)





Update: I got really trashed. I spent the last few hours of my night stuffing down Arby's fries while Nishant kept saying, "If you eat that any faster, You are going to get sick."
He was almost right, I didn't ACTUALLY get sick, but it came close.

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Today I was doing a cross word puzzle.
One of the clues was, "Felix's other half" or something like that.
I said (in my head), "Oscar!"

Low and behold it was 5 spaces down and I hadn't filled anything in.
So I put Oscar.
After getting the across part filled in, I realized I was correct.
So, in the process of trying to figure out why I was correct, I typed into Google, "Felix and Oscar" and got all sorts of Odd Couple links.
I remember the show now.. just briefly once reading a movie review of Grumpier Old Men.

Talk about word association.

Now that I think about it, I think there was mention of Felix and Oscar in the Gilmore Girls... maybe thats where I heard it.... Glad to know that show is making me quick on the random trivia.

The air was stifling hot.
It was almost unbearable to breath.
The moment she stepped into the café it felt cooler and her skin felt the relief. The dirt floors were hard against her leather sandals, but the earth smell was strangely comforting. As her eyes adjusted to the room, she could feel her body slowly cool, and a drop of sweat slowly made it’s way down the back of her neck.

"This has to be the place," she thought, but as she peered around the place she couldn’t make out his face. At the same time she felt that she couldn’t make out anyone’s face, it seemed as if no one even glanced in her direction as she walked in. "Odd," she thought, but proceeded deeper into the café, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. The only one she could see clearly was the bartender, and it seemed as if his eyes never left her.

"Don’t think," she said to herself. After a few moments, she saw the hint of light of another entrance. Quickly she darted off the other side of the café to the furthermost part of it where she could see a soft light coming from a doorway. She flung the door open and walked out onto the hazy alcove, the roof seemed to be made up of scattered palm fauns on a matrix of boards, and the floor was dirt like the rest of the café. People were scattered about at various tables.
"Too many people," she thought...


Sometimes I have vivid dreams. Then when I wake up, or when I think back to the dream I can remember things about the dream like what I was thinking, and how hot it was, and the sweat dripping down my back.
It is much more fun to write them in a illogical story, than it is to remember them and wonder what they mean.

Ps. The story idea came from S m i t h a 's blog

Friday, April 01, 2005

My love of Just Biryani.

Let me tell you about a wonderful place I have found.
It is called, "Just Biryani" and it is just that.
For those of you who have never tried this wonderful magical dish, please, honor this post and go out and eat Biryani at the first restaurant you can find it at.

Briyani is wonderful, if you are American and reading this, I promise this is nothing like processed meat, if you are Indian and reading this, then you’ll probably agree with me, and if you are of any other country and reading this, then you are probably open minded to the possibility of this being a magnificent dish.

I have eaten Briyani 3 times this week.
The dog (CoCo) goes crazy with his nose whenever I walk in the apartment with it. He sits quietly beside me, nose going wild, and drooling on the carpet. He knows that I can never eat the entire thing (it’s a huge portion) and that as soon as I’m done, he’ll be able to lick the plate.
Our dog likes it, proving to me once again what an awesome dog he is.
Last night he had a double wham of crazy spices and flavors. He first drooled a puddle in the carpeting over my Biryani, and then my roommate couldn’t stand not having Indian food, and ordered "Chicken Makhani" so she could enjoy Naan along with her Indian food (two different Indian restaurants, Just Briyani doesn’t have Naan because it is Just Briyani).
Well the dog pooped orange today.