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Wednesday, July 28, 2004 - You Can Always Go... Downtown
I was always sort of skeptical about the whole Atkins diet thing. But once I found out the point of eating low carbs and high protein was to put the body into a state of ketosis... O_O WTF?!? Why would you purposely put your body in a state of toxicity?? Sure, you'll lose weight. But only because you're screwing up your body's homeostasis.
I really miss my first job. It was so much more... fun. The atmosphere was a lot more casual and friendly. There was a sort of "to hell with the rules" recklessness about the place. And there were more cool ladies and less sucky men to hang out with.
Condoleezza Rice sounds like some sort of exotic pudding. Why do I keep thinking about pudding?
I'm actually excited about going back to school and seeing everyone again. I can't wait to live on my own. I'm going to put out EXTRA EFFORT in making sure I hang out with my friends more. It'll be so much easier when I'm downtown.
Know what I'm looking forward to? After work I'm going home to a bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips. *drools*
~ Temptation took over at 02:55 p.m.
Monday, July 19, 2004 - Aimlessly Wandering, Beloved White Dragon
I am slightly tispy and feeling rather witty and poetic right now. Uncommon words are flowing from my mouth; it's as if my state of semi-drunkeness has spurred my brain to function in a different way, one that depends less on science and logic and more on language and creativity. Huh. That sounded so pretentious. Apparently alcohol does something to my ego as well. Oh well. *ingests more Vex Hard Kiwi Mango Lemonade* Ah, I remember the days when half a bottle of these vodka lemonade girly drinks was enough to have me decked across the shoulders of a friend and giggling incessantly.
I wish I could capitalize on this opporNUDity and do some writing. But this house is like a prison. A prison with no walls. And no toilet. *snerk* No, not really. Not even close. *ponders* I think it's about time I got working on the html for my next blog layout. Yes, that will do just fine.
Ugh. Main aisa kyon hoon??
~ Temptation took over at 08:18 p.m.
Friday, July 16, 2004 - At The Ladybug's Picnic
Bah, so close to the end of the week yet so far away. I swear, the last two hours of work on a Friday night are the longest hours ever. My boss decided to leave early and so I'm stuck here, pretending to earn my keep. Could be worse though. Much worse. I could be strapped down to my desk with a ton of things to do. Which may be the case once next week starts. Apparently the head office issued a memo that all branches have to standardize their JSA files to the template they created. So... all those JSA's that I lovingly updated and perfected? Yeah, I have to redo them all according to the new company standard. I'm not complaining; I like it when I have something to do. It's just that damn all that work done for nothing!
I know I should have updated my layout once it turned to July (as was part of The Plan) but I have become lazy (or flexible depending on your point of view) about the whole matter. I have a layout ready to go. I just don't want to put it up yet. Such a pretty pretty layout...
Last night I actually had a dream about getting some crazy cosmetic process done in order to make my skin flawless. Am I really that superficial? Does having blotchy and scarred skin really bother me that much? And on a subconscious level as well? Apparently so.
~ Temptation took over at 02:45 p.m.
Saturday, July 10, 2004 - Love Is Temptaion
I'm feeling a little tipsy right now. I just had a pina colada and I'm feeling a warmth in my stomach and a numbness in my legs. Good ole tipsiness :)
It was a really gorgeous day today. Makes me sad that I was the only one to not venture outside the house. Jay went downtown and is having dinner at the lake with his girlfriend. The rest of the family went to Little India and over to see how the condo is going. I invited a friend over to see a movie. But it would have been so much cooler to go out somewhere. If it isn't crappy weather tomorrow I will go along with her to Gerrard Street. Yay for BBQed corn and ice cold kulfi!
I believe that the mysteries of the universe are contained within music. Why does music affect us like this? Why do some songs make us feel as if we are about to glimpse something special, something beyond our mundane existance? Why do certain songs lift my heart up and improve my mood? They make me feel as if for that split second I am at the utmost state of happiness. They make me feel as if I could do anything, and my imagination runs wild with things I'll never see or do.
I wish I was more comfortable around people. People are nice once you get to know them. Maybe I am selfish and just don't care about people who don't give attention to me. I could never see myself making the effort to get to know some random person I meet. No one is worth my time unless they make ME worth their own time. Maybe I just suck.
~ Temptation took over at 07:35 p.m.
Friday, June 25, 2004 - And All Your Bad Days Will End
Ugh. My hormones are all out of wack right now, meaning I feel weird, restless, uncomfortable, and generally subpar. What I would really like to do is go to sleep right now. Sleep solves everything. Sleep and showers, my personal symptom solving activities.
I wish it was warmer than it already is outside. Where's the blinding heat I love so much, the kind that wraps you in lethargy. It's rather amusing how lazy I am. No wonder that my deadly sin is sloth. I'm so happy that I'm not the kind of person who gets antsy or depressed when I have nothing pressing and significant to do. People like that can't relax, and they scare me.
It's good that the month is almost over because I am A) getting sick of this layout, and B) in need of a three day weekend. Hmm, I'm crabbier than usual right now. Mostly because of the hormones.
Gah! Why won't LJ stop being such a flaming asshat?!
~ Temptation took over at 10:36 a.m.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004 - All Your Base Are Belong To Us
I'm back! The past two weeks have been internet hell. Our line provided by Bell (both internet and phone) were messed up, and working sporadically. But things are fixed now and the world is a better place.
Because the internet was always down, my sister and I went nuts on Skies of Arcadia. We are getting near the end of the game now. I hope. I can feel the impending plot twists and revelations in my belly, and it feels so good. Never has such a bad game felt so good. It's like when you stumble upon Harry/Draoc badfic, but cannot turn away ;)
If one more person at the office tells me that I'm "so quiet" and that they "don't even know I'm there" I'm going to reply with a hearty "THAT'S BECAUSE I'M WORKING BITCH!" Yeesh. I don't care how much everyone else slacks and socializes, I don't prefer that sort of stuff. There's something about the atmosphere there that doesn't make me comfortable. Too many stoic, uptight, middle aged men, I think.
My head is making funny noises when I turn my neck. I think I need to sleep.
~ Temptation took over at 10:44 p.m.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004 - Don't Make Me Use The Fury Swipes
Bah. I'm posting from work, which is boring and makes my head hurt. I wish I was at home, free to spend long hours fooling around in Photoshop, completing my fics, playing Skies of Arcadia, and exploring the world of Bollywood.
I hate people.
~ Temptation took over at 01:38 p.m.
Thursday, June 10, 2004 - I Can't Believe How Great The Salmon Was
Things have been crazy for the past several hours. I guess it all started when I finished work yesterday. It was a breathtakingly gorgeous day yesterday, sunny and humid so that the heat wrapped around me like a warm blanket. I had plans to chillax outside and maybe go for a walk, or perhaps sit in the backyard and do my nails. Something really mindless and lazy in any case. But when my mom picked me up from work we had to drive over to pick my sister up from her singing exam. We had to wait half an hour, which made me cranky. Because when you finish work at 4:30 PM, you want to milk the rest of the day for all it's worth, not sit on the stairs of a smelly Baptist church, shuffling your feet and keeping to yourself.
Eventually she was done and as we were heading home my mom said we were going out to a restaurant for dinner. This made me really cranky, because at this point I felt tired and ugly and dirty (it was a bad hair day for me, and 8 hours of work or school always makes me feel dirty). I didn't want to go. My sister didn't want to go. My brother was actually sleeping, recovering from his jet lag from India. In the end, we decided to go anyway, since my dad had already made reservations. I then decided that if I was ever to get through the day I needed to take a shower. It did wonders. I no longer felt dirty or ugly, and I even had time to paint my toenails. My brother managed to ruin my mood though, because he woke up from his jetlagged sleep cranky and agressive.
Fortunately, the dinner made everything better. It was the best restaurant we've ever been to, fine dining at its best. Everything was so expensive, yet so worth it because the food was top quality tasty. Each dish was a culinary work of art. I felt so under-dressed there, wearing jean capris, chunky (dare I say... skanky?) hot red sandals and a red t-shirt. A skirt was definately in order. But all was well in any case; casual clothes were fine.
The night did not end well, however. Since my brother had slept for 3 hours in the afternoon he was wide awake and running on India time. At 11:30 PM he was still up, sitting on the computer in my sister's room and chatting away with friends. It's not only that he was keeping people up, but also that he's hooked his own harddrive up and won't care for anyone else's work on the family computer. I mean, I know he needs to do stuff for school, but a little bit of consideration is required. I guess most people just aren't as nice as I am.
So this morning he wakes up with the rest of us, boggling my mind once again. If I was in his place I certainly wouldn't be wakin gup any time before 9 AM. But whatever, jetlag. And he starts playing Skies of Arcadia and managed to distract us all and make us late. My dad (at my mother's random request) took my car instead of the van to drop my sister off to school in the morning and this left me sitting on the stairs, fuming and waiting that he would return quick so I wasn't late for work.
And now I just got back from starting off a student orientation for a new worker here. Holy position of authority Batman! Something is in my left eye, which is a bitch and a half since I have contacts on. I can't even come to work without contacts, because otherwise I'd have to order special safety glasses!
In conlcusion, I'd have to say that I have no real reason to complain. I am living the good life. Sure, things could be better. But things could be worse. I guess the previous rant is null and void ;)
~ Temptation took over at 10:51a.m.
Friday, June 4, 2004 - Don't You Hate Pants?
Wow, it's so late at night yet the sky isn't pitch black. This is truly a sign that the summer months are upon us. I can't believe it's June. I can't belive we're already 4 days into June! If only the days were swelteringly hot; it would truly set the mood for June.
Bad news. I can't go to Florida or New York this summer. My sister is doing chemistry in summer school until the end of August and someone (aka me) needs to be around to drive her to class and take care of her. My brother can't because he will be in Toronto, taking his MCAT course. So... I'm stuck here. *sigh* And I was so looking forward to actually doing something on the summer. Life ain't fun around here when my sister is busy. I get bored easily. So with her doing more school over the summer, it's going to increase the suckage ten-fold.
There's a construction worker's strike going on downtown, so the handover date for our condo has once again been pushed back. Wah. Hopefully not so far back that I cannot move in by September. I don't know what I'll do if confronted with the possibility of another year in this house. I just keep holding on, telling myself that I will be out shortly...
Hmpf, I need to pay my credit card bill. I hate bills. Now that I am working again I am getting stingy about money. It's hard to let go of the 0 something dollars I make each week. Money is so powerful. You can't do anything without money, whether it be yours or someone else's.
My brother comes home from India this Monday. It will be exciting to hear his stories and see what he brought back. Then he will become his crazy ole self again, eating all the good food, watching TV non-stop and hogging the computer. Heh.
I am unbelievably happy that it is a Friday. No more sadly hitting the sack at 11 PM, knowing I need to cram in as much sleep as I can. Sleeping in is key.
Argh. My family is acting psycho right now. They are arguing with each other, being all weird and tetchy about every little thing anyone else says. It's making me cranky. I'm going to go listen to some dance tunes now.
~ Temptation took over at 09:35 p.m.
Tuesday, June 1, 2004 - Three White Guys Is Not A Choice
Yes yes, new layout. This one went up on short notice because the original Version 8 layout was not working out for me. So it's been demoted to Version 9. No Rakka from Haibane Renmei until next month. Instead we have Aman and Chameli from the Bollywood movie Chameli. Quite a difference.
My personality over the last two days can be summed up in three words thusly: trapped, resignated and obedient. There are 2 reasons for such a thing.
#1: It's not often that I wish I wasn't me. But when you're in so much agony that you can't even sleep, curled into the fetal position in a vain attempt to alleviate the stabbing pain, and your body is so clenched up you can't even relax... that makes me wish I didn't have this problem. It's hereditary. My maternal grandma and grand-aunt had this problem. My sister has it to. Not my mother though. Whatever the situation is, I hope my daughters never have to go through this bullshit. Makes me want to die.
#2: My parents have jump started (without my permission) the process of getting me married. My dad created a fake account on Shaadhi.com, put my profile up and waited for the replies to come in before telling me what he did. And when he finally did tell me, I was in too much pain and suffering to resist his entreaties to correspond with said strange guys. So I'm rather pissed off about that. I'm not sure how to proceed. Maybe I will scare the suckier suitors off like Abhishek did in Kuch Na Kaho. Or run to my parents and scream "I'm not a bride! I'm a sacrificial goat!!" a la Karisma in Zubeida. So many choices.
But right now, I'm just hungry. It's lunchtime.
ETA: The subject line doesn't refer to my suitors. It refers to the Canadian federal elections.
~ Temptation took over at 01:23 p.m.