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Monday, May 30, 2005

Guess the Google

I have recently become addicted to a game called, Guess the Google.

I thought I'd put the link up so everyone else can get addicted to it too.

My plane tickets have been booked for Seattle.
One week from June 4th to the 11th, I will be staying there and seeing the city I will probably live in the rest of my life. So on one hand, I'm leaping for joy that I am going to finally go to this city that I've heard so much about(the two hour lay over in Las Vegas was a nice touch too).

On the other hand, Nishant and I are going through moments of extreme depression when little things like, taking down the white board that says "Nishanna" on it, becomes another realization that we will soon be parted from each other for a long time.

I've never been more stable and happy in any relationship so I'm not worried we will part permanently but I didn't realize how much I'd miss waking up to him every morning (another thing we came to a realization on recently). I think it's just another bump in my long and winding road, but it seems that enough bumps are enough, I'm almost to the point of screaming insanely at every bump instead of doing my usual "let's find away around it" act.

Sorry I don't mean to complain so much.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

The number one search that hits my site is someone searching for "Birdie Num Nums."

That is a line from a movie called "The Party"

How sad.

Someone though has started trying to figure out the name of "The Hot Librarian" and has hit my site a couple of times. How odd..

Monday, May 23, 2005


This post is solely to talk to those people who are on my sidebar.

To Saffron: The title of your blog is Mouthing the words and in flicker you have a very cute picture of yourself where the focal point of the picture is a very Amelie-like smile. So I cropped the picture to the smile and used it as your icon. You let me know if you like or dislike it, or if you have another picture you would like better. It's your site, so I'll be happy to put up whatever you'd like. :)

To Kris: The title of your blog is "I have heard the mermaids singing..." and you have a picture of yourself where the side of your face (or ear)is the focal point. I cropped the picture and I have it ready to go online, but I never seem to be around a computer that will allow me on a FTP server. If you think you'd want something different, or want it to stay the same let me know. Or you can wait until I put it up and decide then, either way. :) I just want happiness.

To Akshay: I know you have updated your site and I changed the link, but I was kind of waiting to see how your new site would turn out before I posted a new picture, but you too, if you have a picture you'd like me to put up, send it to me. :)

To everyone but Nishant: If you guys have a certain picture you'd like in the side, let me know. Happiness is the key here.

To Nishant: You have no say so. ;) (you should be already happy. ;))

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Bush’s main justification for invading Iraq was that Saddam possessed weapons of mass destruction.

No such weapons have been discovered in Iraq, and a U.S. presidential commission called the pre-war intelligence “dead wrong”.

Bush then changed his argument to the campaign to make Iraq a “democratic” model for other Middle Eastern countries.

“From the beginning, our goal in Iraq has been to promote Iraqi independence,” he said on Tuesday.

As the U.S. President was giving his speech, violence continued in Iraq.

More than five Iraqis were killed and three others were wounded in a car bomb attack on a U.S. convoy in the northern city of Mosul. There were no immediate reports on U.S. casualties.

In nearby Talafar, another car bomb killed five people and wounded eight others, including seven children, the U.S. army said.

See more here.

Bush is a jackass.
First, you don't pat your own back, at least pay someone to do it for you if you want to deceive the American public.
Second, don't compare this war to the falling of the Berlin wall. Iraqi people don't want us there, and there is continued fighting whether or not the big statue comes down or not.

The only good thing out of this...

The big fucking statue came down...

I hate big fucking statues.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

My job is turning out to be dreamy.
My life seems on track.
My grades are good.

Then the blow hits.

My counselor forgot to mention that two of the major classes I need are only offered in the fall before my student teaching semester.
That means... DA DA DA!
I get one more WHOLE semester.
that means...
two more years until graduation...


Better news! My doggie came to visit me today (with my roommate obviously) I'm so happy, he's so happy, my roommate is so happy!

Sunday, May 15, 2005

My job was upgraded to a newer job, one which at first I was nervous and now realize the benefits of it. So you know, this job I do now classifies me as an “Independent thinker” which basically means I get a 75 cent raise. Here we go…

Typical Day: Starts at 11:30 maybe earlier depending on how long I want my lunch, in all honesty if I came in at 9 I could leave at 11:30 and take a 2 hour lunch break, kind of nice if I need errands run.

1. First thing, I read blogs. Yes… I cannot write on my own blog, for fear of that crossing someone’s border of my job description, but LOOKING at other’s blogs is perfectly ok, in fact, some of my co-workers now look at the blogs I look at.
2. Second thing, After I catch up on my daily blogs I open a big spreadsheet that is so long it requires it’s own Macros… (I love macros)…and has a cell all they way out in FX 1099… (no joke)... and then I grab all the people who have new order forms and get to work inserting them into the nice new spreadsheet.
3. After about the 5th person who’s order goes into the excel spreadsheet I start to realize that old people have a lot of money and are willing to blow off 1,000 dollars on theatre tickets and 1,000 dollars on donations so they can get better seats than the person before them (for every 50 dollars you give, you get a point above the average person!)
4. Next, I wrap up all the orders and save the excel spreadsheet. Then do comparative analysis on all the data from this year and last year and this week and last week and money in and money out… and all that jazz.
5. I find interesting things about the above data and tell all my co-workers, which in turn they tell me interesting things about their data and then when everyone’s interest is aroused we then, go to lunch.
6. After getting back from lunch, where at least one person has made fun of my low drinking tolerance, (AKA T.B.A. Two Beer Anju) we come back to the office and talk about the new movies or movies we’ve seen or interesting stuff on the news… or what’s in the paper… or whatever.
7. Then someone makes an initiative to do some work so we all go back to our respective places.
8. My work at this point usually consists of designing e-mails that advertise our shows, or correcting HTML on webpages, or doing up a page for the website, or just sitting around and answering phones and looking at everyone’s blogs again to see if things have changed.
9. Then as the day drawls nearer and nearer to an end, more and more people come out of their offices and start talking again… Usually this is when everyone “Really” quits… although it’s not official until 5 o’clock.
10. Then we all go home.
11. Next day, repeat.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

I will be alive once again.
I feel like I haven't done anything in the past few days.
I am settling into a new job and new way of life so things seem crazy even if they are not.
Wish me luck!

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Mother's day is soon. I know a couple of people reading this will suddenly go, "Crap! I didn't know that!"
I have gone back and forth on what to get my mom for mother's day. I really love my mom and it seems that in the past two years I got my life back on track, and we became closer. Before that, we had a mother/daughter relationship, but it was rocky because of my behavior and problems. So I want to get a good gift this year.
My brother was trying to do the same. Thinking and thinking.

Today I saw a commerical for the complete third season of the Gilmore Girls. ABSOLUTELY PERFECT! I called my brother and he's going in with me on it, and I called my dad to have him play defense if the occasion arises and she wants to go buy it.
Ahhhh... this is another "worry" going out the door.
So far, 3 worries down, 1 to go.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife.

Its days like these that make me feel as if I was destined to be trailer-trash, and somehow I have been swimming against the current all these years.
It's like something bad happens, then suddenly you watch your entire cocoon be torn to shreds.
It's like having a past enemy suddenly emerge into your life tear it to pieces and then leave as softly as they came.

Am I being melodramatic enough for you?

It's just one of those days.
I wish it wasn't.
I know everyone has had one, and I know that it'll pass.

It's like that famous line, "This too shall pass" which could either make you feel better or completely horrible, depending on how you are looking at the proverbial glass at the time.

I know it, I just don't like it.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

I called the cops

Last night I reached a peak of madness and called the cops.

I called the cops on my upstairs neighbors.

I was tolerant when the dropped a bunch of things on our balcony and had us throw them back to them. I was tolerant when they had loud parties for a straight week until 3a.m. I was slightly upset but tolerant when they spilled their keg all over our balcony and grill that night. I was slightly upset when they decided their subwoofer should be turned on so we couldn't hear our TV.
But my peak of madness turned out to be the beer bottles being thrown off of their balcony onto ours and the ground below us.

That's just wrong. Both my dog and my car suffer from that action.

So I called the cops. A very nice cop came by, and the moment he did, it was like a graveyard of silence above us.
The cop went up anyway, told them to be quiet and made them pick up all the beer bottles on the ground below us.
I love West Lafayette cops, and I never thought I'd say that.