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Saturday, April 29, 2006
TV wins
There is no way I am reaching my book goal this year. I was doing pretty good in the beginning of the year...but not any more. The downfall? My tv.
When I was living in Philadelphia, our tv was in the living room. I only went there to watch while eating or just bumming around. But once I was in my bedroom, it was just me and my stuff - mainly my books. I would read for hours and be happy with my quiet little life. Not any more.
Ever since I moved back home, I have this gi-normous tv in my bedroom (courtesy of my cousin Raj). This tv has cable and !voila! HBO. I am addicted. No longer am I reading before going to bed but watching Sex and the City and Entourage and any other show that is remotely interesting. It's a disease. It's like because it's there, I can't turn it off. I even tried to have my book next to me, but nope. Tv wins.
I need to make some changes.
When I was living in Philadelphia, our tv was in the living room. I only went there to watch while eating or just bumming around. But once I was in my bedroom, it was just me and my stuff - mainly my books. I would read for hours and be happy with my quiet little life. Not any more.
Ever since I moved back home, I have this gi-normous tv in my bedroom (courtesy of my cousin Raj). This tv has cable and !voila! HBO. I am addicted. No longer am I reading before going to bed but watching Sex and the City and Entourage and any other show that is remotely interesting. It's a disease. It's like because it's there, I can't turn it off. I even tried to have my book next to me, but nope. Tv wins.
I need to make some changes.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Boys Suck
I'm surprised I haven't had more posts titled Boys Suck. Cause you all really do.
Situation: What do this weekend
I was planning on spending Satuday hanging out with my two girlfriends down in Baltimore. Since I was already 'down that way' I decided that I would take an afternoon/evening stop in Philadelphia to visit a certain someone. We try to coordinate. I then realize that hmm I might be making my life hectic, driving down to PA in the am, then driving down to Baltimore, then drive back to Philly, then back to NJ. That's crazy right - yes, I agree. So then I decided, OK I can maybe reschedule Baltimore and just go to Philly instead. I can probably spend the whole day in Philly with Mr.Someone and then can really figure out if well this going anywhere. Wish it was that easy. I get an email "Come down in the late afternoon, evening (between 5-6 sometime). Will help me to catch up on life since I've been away this week."
UM yes I have no life, let me drive all the way to Philadelphia just to hang out for the evening and then drive my ass all the way back up to NJ. Seriously, am I crazy? Do boys not understand gas prices and inflation. I at least need my moneys worth of time and activities if I am going to hang out. I feel like ditching Mr.Loser and just go back to shopping with the girls. You all suck.
Situation: What do this weekend
I was planning on spending Satuday hanging out with my two girlfriends down in Baltimore. Since I was already 'down that way' I decided that I would take an afternoon/evening stop in Philadelphia to visit a certain someone. We try to coordinate. I then realize that hmm I might be making my life hectic, driving down to PA in the am, then driving down to Baltimore, then drive back to Philly, then back to NJ. That's crazy right - yes, I agree. So then I decided, OK I can maybe reschedule Baltimore and just go to Philly instead. I can probably spend the whole day in Philly with Mr.Someone and then can really figure out if well this going anywhere. Wish it was that easy. I get an email "Come down in the late afternoon, evening (between 5-6 sometime). Will help me to catch up on life since I've been away this week."
UM yes I have no life, let me drive all the way to Philadelphia just to hang out for the evening and then drive my ass all the way back up to NJ. Seriously, am I crazy? Do boys not understand gas prices and inflation. I at least need my moneys worth of time and activities if I am going to hang out. I feel like ditching Mr.Loser and just go back to shopping with the girls. You all suck.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Wasted Time
You know what I am not a fan of - when people say they are going to end class/meeting/group session at a certain time, but then GO OVER. I hate this. I absolutely hate this. If I am somewhere I need to be due to an email, grade, or being told to, then I expect it to end at the proper END TIME. Dates, reunions, dinners, and other fun stuff, these can go over their expected time limit.
I don't think it's fair to tell me that we will be done at 3:30 but then continue to talk until 4:15. My body doesn't work that way. When I see that it is 3:15 I start getting ancy. "yes yes almost time to run away and never come back" is what I am thinking. Then when you go over, I am not paying attention, nope. I am either looking at my watch every 30 seconds to see if my watch is wrong or thinking "die die die!" ok maybe not that extreme, but Oh I'm mad alright.
There is also this thing with Indian people called "Indian Standard Time" where things always start 1/2 hr to 1 hr LATE. I hate this too. If you say Please be here from 9 am - 11 am. Then you better believe I will be there on time and expect to leave on time.
I don't think it's fair to tell me that we will be done at 3:30 but then continue to talk until 4:15. My body doesn't work that way. When I see that it is 3:15 I start getting ancy. "yes yes almost time to run away and never come back" is what I am thinking. Then when you go over, I am not paying attention, nope. I am either looking at my watch every 30 seconds to see if my watch is wrong or thinking "die die die!" ok maybe not that extreme, but Oh I'm mad alright.
There is also this thing with Indian people called "Indian Standard Time" where things always start 1/2 hr to 1 hr LATE. I hate this too. If you say Please be here from 9 am - 11 am. Then you better believe I will be there on time and expect to leave on time.
Unbelievable
It's pretty amazing. I haven't gone to the gym since the last time we talked but miraculously I have lost weight! And people can't stop telling me about it. Is this a good thing? I think so.
Last Friday I went to a training session in NYC. My friend Phu asked me if I lost weight - umm don't think so since I love cookies and hate the gym. "Really" Phu wonders - "Cause you look so small to me!" umm sure we can say I lost weight. But really, was I that big before Phu? "Well I only really saw you at bars so I'm not sure" wow you really know how to dig yourself into a hole. Good luck climbing out.
Then today my dear mentor James asked me if I lost weight. His I take to be a compliment though since we met more frequently than just at the bar. But did I really loose weight? It may be true since I am squeezing into size 0 pants and well I am not as scared to wear my tighter fitting clothes.
Could it be - my body finally wised up? My age and metabolism finally reached an agreement and decided to work to my advantage?! This is awesome. Forget the gym, bring on the ice cream!
Last Friday I went to a training session in NYC. My friend Phu asked me if I lost weight - umm don't think so since I love cookies and hate the gym. "Really" Phu wonders - "Cause you look so small to me!" umm sure we can say I lost weight. But really, was I that big before Phu? "Well I only really saw you at bars so I'm not sure" wow you really know how to dig yourself into a hole. Good luck climbing out.
Then today my dear mentor James asked me if I lost weight. His I take to be a compliment though since we met more frequently than just at the bar. But did I really loose weight? It may be true since I am squeezing into size 0 pants and well I am not as scared to wear my tighter fitting clothes.
Could it be - my body finally wised up? My age and metabolism finally reached an agreement and decided to work to my advantage?! This is awesome. Forget the gym, bring on the ice cream!
Siblings
I have a younger brother (who often reads this blizzog). Although we look similar, we are really pretty different. That got me to thinking, 'hmmm..this happens a lot'. Two or three people who were from the same 'gina, lived in the same house, and went to the same school end up being nothing like each other! I mean sure, we have our similarities: we like to watch tv, we like bike riding and playing outside, chocolate milk, and love for waffles.
There are so many differences though!
My brother: a little husky, lazy bum, kinda disorganized, good at lawn mowing, will eat pretty much anything, loves video games, loves baseball, tall
Me: pretty skinny, small, pretty organized, suck at lawn mowing, picky eater, arts and crafty, likes to shop
Ok so maybe this isn't like substantial differences, but it's true. My brother exudes this confidence and "i dont care" attitude when it comes to his social life. He doesn't go with the crowd, and hey, if you don't like him, that's ok with him. Me? In high school I couldn't take it if anyone was mad at me, couldn't do anything without a friends approval, and was always worried about what everyone thought about me. It kind of took me years to be where he has kind of always been.
When it comes to school work, I was a big time nerd. School always came harder to me so I would always be studying 10000 hours. I was also really organized. I made charts, graphs, always used a ruler, hmm wow, I'm a loser. Anyways, my mom never really worried about me and school cause she saw my effort. But my brother is kind of another story. Not that he isn't smart as heck, but he never has to try as hard as me. His handwriting - compares to most 2nd graders, and organized, hmmm, not sure he knows how to spell that. My mom used the same tactics with both of us - why are we so different?
I've seen this happen lots of times. I'm sure genes, personality, blah blah all has lots to do with it, but does this mean I should change my approach with my own kids? The same method is kind of proven to not work. Or MAYBE the first child (ME) is already so amazing and perfect that the moms and dads kind of slack off and half ass the same method for the second child (BROTHER). I think I am on to something here.
There are so many differences though!
My brother: a little husky, lazy bum, kinda disorganized, good at lawn mowing, will eat pretty much anything, loves video games, loves baseball, tall
Me: pretty skinny, small, pretty organized, suck at lawn mowing, picky eater, arts and crafty, likes to shop
Ok so maybe this isn't like substantial differences, but it's true. My brother exudes this confidence and "i dont care" attitude when it comes to his social life. He doesn't go with the crowd, and hey, if you don't like him, that's ok with him. Me? In high school I couldn't take it if anyone was mad at me, couldn't do anything without a friends approval, and was always worried about what everyone thought about me. It kind of took me years to be where he has kind of always been.
When it comes to school work, I was a big time nerd. School always came harder to me so I would always be studying 10000 hours. I was also really organized. I made charts, graphs, always used a ruler, hmm wow, I'm a loser. Anyways, my mom never really worried about me and school cause she saw my effort. But my brother is kind of another story. Not that he isn't smart as heck, but he never has to try as hard as me. His handwriting - compares to most 2nd graders, and organized, hmmm, not sure he knows how to spell that. My mom used the same tactics with both of us - why are we so different?
I've seen this happen lots of times. I'm sure genes, personality, blah blah all has lots to do with it, but does this mean I should change my approach with my own kids? The same method is kind of proven to not work. Or MAYBE the first child (ME) is already so amazing and perfect that the moms and dads kind of slack off and half ass the same method for the second child (BROTHER). I think I am on to something here.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Never Happy
There is a problem with society that I face on a day-to-day basis. I am pretty small. I choose to wear heels, not only cause I think they are h.o.t but because it helps me to look taller. Trust me if I had the choice between sneakers or 3-inch heels, I will most always pick sneakers. But I don't.
Pretty much everyday when I am at work, I am in heels. Some of my heels are 2 inches, some are 3. Yup you got it, the higher the inch, the harder it is to walk in. It's pretty easy math. But, my feet are almost trained in pain. Take for example last week. I was in NYC pretty much all day. I wore 2.5 inch heels from 6:30 am - 8:30 pm. I not only walked about 6 city blocks, but I also had to run to A) cross the street B) give a lady her ATM card that she forgot C) catch my train. Did that sound easy? Cause it's not.
The shoes however aren't really my problem. It's people. If I wear heels, I get these comments "Oh my how do you even walk in those?" "Isn't that painful?" "You're going to have problems when you get older" But HELLO if I don't wear heels I get "Man I didn't realize how small you are" "You're really short" "Hey there tiny". Granted the heels comments make me want to punch you less, but still. I only wear the heels so I don't get the short comments! Now you are going to give me grief about this?!
I can never win.
Pretty much everyday when I am at work, I am in heels. Some of my heels are 2 inches, some are 3. Yup you got it, the higher the inch, the harder it is to walk in. It's pretty easy math. But, my feet are almost trained in pain. Take for example last week. I was in NYC pretty much all day. I wore 2.5 inch heels from 6:30 am - 8:30 pm. I not only walked about 6 city blocks, but I also had to run to A) cross the street B) give a lady her ATM card that she forgot C) catch my train. Did that sound easy? Cause it's not.
The shoes however aren't really my problem. It's people. If I wear heels, I get these comments "Oh my how do you even walk in those?" "Isn't that painful?" "You're going to have problems when you get older" But HELLO if I don't wear heels I get "Man I didn't realize how small you are" "You're really short" "Hey there tiny". Granted the heels comments make me want to punch you less, but still. I only wear the heels so I don't get the short comments! Now you are going to give me grief about this?!
I can never win.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Intuition
I swear I think boys have ESP or something. It always seems that every time I decide I am going to end things with a potential, or I am starting to get those i'm not into this vibe from myself, Mr. Potential becomes cooler/nicer/cuter. Is there a reason for this? See it's not that girls are indecisive, it's that boys have intuition. They kind of know when we are ready to kick them to the curb so they start behaving. Messes up my whole train of thought!
Star Quality
I should be a movie star. I mean, I am already playing the perfect role of 'Bob' from Office Space, why not just put me up on the big screen? I know we have talked many times about how my life at work is very similar to some others on the big screen. Well this week, it's gotten worse.
As my role in Office Space2, I will play Bobbie (the female 'Bob'). My character is a beautiful young complex woman, who is trying to just do her job. Her company, along with two other coworkers (Robert and Bobo) are sent to exotic Richmond, VA where they will meet and greet some of the finest Comtech has to offer.
In my first scene, I am with Robert and we are running interviews.
See. I have star potential written all over me. It's been an interesting life.
*FYI: if you have never seen Office Space this will mean nothing to you so go away!
As my role in Office Space2, I will play Bobbie (the female 'Bob'). My character is a beautiful young complex woman, who is trying to just do her job. Her company, along with two other coworkers (Robert and Bobo) are sent to exotic Richmond, VA where they will meet and greet some of the finest Comtech has to offer.
In my first scene, I am with Robert and we are running interviews.
Bobbie: "You see, what we're trying to do is get a feeling for how people spend their time at work so if you would, would you walk us through a typical day, for you?"
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Bobbie: Great.
Peter Gibbons: Well, I generally come in at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door - that way Lumbergh can't see me, heh - after that I sorta space out for an hour.
Robert: Da-uh? Space out?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work.
See. I have star potential written all over me. It's been an interesting life.
*FYI: if you have never seen Office Space this will mean nothing to you so go away!
Monday, April 17, 2006
match.com
Every once in a while I go back to thinking about online dating. Why? I'm not sure. I have tried in my day about 4 different types of 'online dating'. I never really felt that it was for me. This could be because I never really gave it 100% or because of the fact that I never really took an interest in the types of guys that were contacting me. There is something about it though that is kind of appealing.
One friend told me to try it because it was like online shopping, but this time it's boys you are trying on. Another friend told me that she never had time to actually go out and meet people, so this was the next best thing. Other friends, well they were curious too.
It's hard to knock online dating if you have never tried it, so I don't really wanna hear it. I actually know a good number of people who met online and are either completely in love, about to get married, or are already married. I am assuming that apart from the occasional crazy loon, it's a logical system that should work. Well heck, if Dr. Phil says do it - maybe I should?!
So, I went to match.com. It's really interesting to fill out these little boxes about who I want to meet. 25-30 (check), hindu (check), umm apparently those are all that really mattered to me at this stage. (FYI I am an equal opportunity dater, so if you are reading please feel free to approach)
When I hit enter I am given 22 pages of possibilities. For someone to catch my eye in the mere 2 milliseconds it takes for me to glance over your picture has to be a little noteworthy. The candidates were decent. I am no super woman so who am I to judge these boys when I don't know them. But, I'm not signed up to match.com; here's why:
Since I have already been on 3 (pretty much indian) dating sites and am currently filling out my criteria to be Indian, who is to say I won't be recognized. - Hmm maybe my usual alias should not be used - Now what if I am going through the list and end up recognizing other people?! - Oh yea, he was on this other site, I guess he's still looking to - HA - Or what about the fact that this totally may not be the way for me and I should just go back to blogging about my misery. - at least you get to laugh right? - Well the last and most important drawback at this point is that match.com costs money. Since they gotta pay Dr. Phil to say all those fancy catch phrases, I guess Kripsie won't be subscribing today...maybe I'll try again tomorrow.
One friend told me to try it because it was like online shopping, but this time it's boys you are trying on. Another friend told me that she never had time to actually go out and meet people, so this was the next best thing. Other friends, well they were curious too.
It's hard to knock online dating if you have never tried it, so I don't really wanna hear it. I actually know a good number of people who met online and are either completely in love, about to get married, or are already married. I am assuming that apart from the occasional crazy loon, it's a logical system that should work. Well heck, if Dr. Phil says do it - maybe I should?!
So, I went to match.com. It's really interesting to fill out these little boxes about who I want to meet. 25-30 (check), hindu (check), umm apparently those are all that really mattered to me at this stage. (FYI I am an equal opportunity dater, so if you are reading please feel free to approach)
When I hit enter I am given 22 pages of possibilities. For someone to catch my eye in the mere 2 milliseconds it takes for me to glance over your picture has to be a little noteworthy. The candidates were decent. I am no super woman so who am I to judge these boys when I don't know them. But, I'm not signed up to match.com; here's why:
Since I have already been on 3 (pretty much indian) dating sites and am currently filling out my criteria to be Indian, who is to say I won't be recognized. - Hmm maybe my usual alias should not be used - Now what if I am going through the list and end up recognizing other people?! - Oh yea, he was on this other site, I guess he's still looking to - HA - Or what about the fact that this totally may not be the way for me and I should just go back to blogging about my misery. - at least you get to laugh right? - Well the last and most important drawback at this point is that match.com costs money. Since they gotta pay Dr. Phil to say all those fancy catch phrases, I guess Kripsie won't be subscribing today...maybe I'll try again tomorrow.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Ex Boxes
So while I have been cleaning up and throwing away my junk, I have come across all the little boxes I have up in the attic. Learning from my mistakes, I have started to go through my older junk to see what I can save and what needs to go. This, along with labeling all my new boxes and keeping them in a pile on the corner has been a great accomplishment for me.
Those boxes though. Hmm. No one warned me about the past lurking around in them. I forgot about the photos and letters of past 'people' that come back to visit you. What to do with this stuff?
While sitting in my stuffy attic, I couldn't help but open up packages and envelopes that contained, well, pretty heavy duty stuff. When you date someone for a long period of time, your memories are entwined. I can't erase them from my memory because doing so would also erase some of the best memories I have had of college, vacations, and important events in my life.
What is the protocol here? I can't throw away this stuff. Although I have no romantic interest with this person anymore, they were still a part of my life. A part that I will never get rid of. Do I label a box with all the photos and letter saying - BEWARE THIS MIGHT HURT. Or do I just keep it all mixed in, knowing that yes it might hurt, but its probably the good kind?
What about if I ever meet someone new (hahaha we all know how this is going)? Do I really need to get rid of everything fearing that this new person might be insecure and give a hoot? I'm not really sure how to handle all this. Maybe I will just ignore the situation until I am older and more mature to face it.
Those boxes though. Hmm. No one warned me about the past lurking around in them. I forgot about the photos and letters of past 'people' that come back to visit you. What to do with this stuff?
While sitting in my stuffy attic, I couldn't help but open up packages and envelopes that contained, well, pretty heavy duty stuff. When you date someone for a long period of time, your memories are entwined. I can't erase them from my memory because doing so would also erase some of the best memories I have had of college, vacations, and important events in my life.
What is the protocol here? I can't throw away this stuff. Although I have no romantic interest with this person anymore, they were still a part of my life. A part that I will never get rid of. Do I label a box with all the photos and letter saying - BEWARE THIS MIGHT HURT. Or do I just keep it all mixed in, knowing that yes it might hurt, but its probably the good kind?
What about if I ever meet someone new (hahaha we all know how this is going)? Do I really need to get rid of everything fearing that this new person might be insecure and give a hoot? I'm not really sure how to handle all this. Maybe I will just ignore the situation until I am older and more mature to face it.
Ms.Clean
Moving sucks. Moving someone like me is even worse. When I was little my nickname used to be 'bag lady'. If you can understand why, then good, we are on the same page. This pretty much still holds true today. What I have learned these past few weeks is that I am a huge PACKRAT. I have so much of every kind of piece of crap available to mankind. It's time for me to change.
That's right, clean up the junk. Why I save ripped panty hose, I am not sure. Why I have nail polish from high school kind of frightens me. Why oh why I have 8,000 bottles of lotion and 10,000 shampoos and conditioners actually angers me. What is wrong with me?! How can I accumulate so much trash? Here were the rules when it came to packing:
Feels so good to be clean.
That's right, clean up the junk. Why I save ripped panty hose, I am not sure. Why I have nail polish from high school kind of frightens me. Why oh why I have 8,000 bottles of lotion and 10,000 shampoos and conditioners actually angers me. What is wrong with me?! How can I accumulate so much trash? Here were the rules when it came to packing:
- If I don't fit in it, give it away
- If I won't ever wear it again, give it away
- If it's so ugly that no one will ever wear it...give it to my mom so that she can give it away.
- If it's semi broken and I have already bought something else to replace it, throw it away
- If it's absolute crap, throw it away
- If it's ugly crap, throw it away
Feels so good to be clean.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Busy Bee
I have not been able to give my full blogger attention this past week. Things have been a little hectic since I have returned to the dirty jerz. Between looking for a new project, fighting with my mom, trying to unpack, being lazy and watching tv, reading my book, and visiting all my friends, I hardly have time to sleep! Do not fear though: My return is near.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Take a Napa
Well all - I'm back! I was in Napa for the past couple of days drinkin some vino and celebrating birthdays with some girl friends. Highlights of the trip (many of you have already received the email version):
- Went to a San Fran ACN party on Friday night with Grishma and got to meet up with some old/great friends! Too bad everyone was super trashed by the time we got there. Saw some scandalous stuff that I will have to keep to myself ;)
- The weather was actually pretty crappy all week. It rained every day although we did get to see the sun for a couple hours. Overall though the weather did NOT keep our spirits down
- Had a blind date with a boy in Napa (set up by mums). I don't know if it was him being bad at dating or just not being compatible, but I don't think I will be doing any 2nd dates any time soon
- Birthday was truly a drunken blur. We went on a tour of 5 different wineries and came out if barely awake. I don't think our poor tour guide had seen anything like NJ girls on vacation before. Thanks for all the txt's and phone calls :)
- Overall we brought home almost 40 bottles of wine between the 5 of us. This caused a lot of pain seeing that we had to carry these boxes all through the airports.
