things to do before i die

-Invent a word that gets into the dictionary.

back from india

I got back from India on Friday and it was a delicious experience. The origin of Indian food is, of course, India. Traveling alone was unpleasant and I found out that I hate Germany (see Lufthansa Airlines, the German Language and smoking in airports and inadequate numbers of toilets). But since I was alone, I got in on some of the family's secrets and tribulations. I didn't travel much around the country like I did last time when I was with my family, which really helped my face stay somewhat clear and allowed for more shopping days. I started writing a faux-memoir/diary entry while I was there, sort of just to help myself grasp some things about my extended family. It's entitled "My Family is Incestuous!?! and Other Tales from my Solo Voyage to India". All I have to say is that one can experience great moments of clarity while on an overnight train. Other points of interest are that all of John Mayer's albums put me to sleep and the Indian definition of morning does not include 9am.

22% chance of freaking out over being 1/8 done with college

My fall semester ended today. It's kind of anti-climactic because people finish their exams on different days and stream out. I guess there's not much to expect at the end of the semester because anything exciting that should happen doesn't happen during exam week. Unless you count people kneeling in front of a Testudo, and that's not exciting.

I watched Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants today. It didn't have the word "Prada" and I was very excited to have seen in the trailers last year, a curvaceous Hispanic adolescent not making a cameo as maid service. So with the fabulous illegal file-sharing contraption DC++ (Actually, the program itself is not illegal, just everything that's copyrighted, or in other words, everything.)

All cheesiness in this movie is excused. The coming-of-age movie genre needs that Voice of Reason narration hanging over it for reassurance. It also needs girly talks, homemade candles and friendship bracelets. That's how girls know that they need not toss themselves into a dumpster till puberty is over. I fiercely contend that rhe movie's diverse and independent four-member cast could open up a can of whoop ass on the Mean Girls. I'd pay to see that, but these girls have too much poise to even consider that. They are four friends who have been around each other since they were fetuses (their pregnant moms meet at an aerobics class) and seventeen years later, they all split up for the first time over the summer. The narrator tells us in the beginning that they've seen each other through the rough patches of growing up, divorce and even suicide. It's like Sarah Jessica Parker's Sex and the City groupies with brains and self-esteem.

Lena, the Greek of the group, visits the homeland. In the token romantic boatride scene with her hunky love interest, she tells him that she's jealous of her friend Tibbie. Tibbie is the half-emo chick with blue streaks, a nose ring and a bent towards moviemaking. No character in any Hollywood movie has ever been allowed to admire that. She knows herself, Lena says, and she wishes she could too. Kudos. At the end of the movie, the quartet drives down to South Carolina for Carmen's dad's wedding (to an oblivious blonde WASP). And the ending was very heartwarming, but I was hoping that they'd run over Hilary Duff on the way.

I officially give thee permission to watch and seriously analyze this chick flick. Now go!

bad timing

I suppose it's bad timing for me to start a blog just two weeks before final exams. But I just bought an iMac (we are very happy together), so I figure I'm already distracted- let's go all the way. What do I want to do with this blog? I've already had a LiveJournal since my sophomore year in high school. It's a fine gathering of impossibly emo teenagers cursing the dark, unfair world in their goth fonts and publishing solitary black-and-white photo shoots. I can't really relate to that hopeless bipolarism anymore because I'm in college now, and have been for a solid semester. The independence and opportunities that come with college life is like that $20/pint artesian water compared to the murky piss of everything that came before.

This is a new start, with new adventures, and a new blog for the world to see. And if I have a bad day, it'll go straight to LJ.