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Name: LaLa
Birthday: 4/16/1984
Interests: grooming, stalking, baking cakes
Expertise: grooming, stalking, baking cakes
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
4/29/2004
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| yeah 11pm is like mega late night for me. im being called geriatric by
the parents which cant be a good sign. but late late night (like i said
late is relative) boredom can only be remedied by a slew of random
online tests that will help me decipher the true meaning of my soul (i
believe i have one, right? its only that darned heart that eludes
me...shucks) when i have managed to read everything i own and have
taken from the library as i slowly delve into...yes, nonfiction. i
bought a friend a book which is wrapped but forgot to give it to her
(ie lost it at appropriate time) so now i stare at it daily wondering
what the hell did i get her, should i open it and read it and keep it,
open it read it and regift it, or leave it in its wrapping and give it
to her eventually, or lose it again. i believe that the last option is
most likely.
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| ive figured it out. when i work out a lot, i feel entitled to eat a lot. which is bad because its not like working out really helps anyway, but eating even 100 calories too much makes you fat. a couple hundred makes you really fat. a few thousand makes you me. and working out is making my knee hurt a lot. plus i cant find any of my semi decent work out pants, and look horrendous in scrubs. after seeing self in the many mirrors of the gym, i came home and cried self to sleep. also, after spending so many months quite busily doing nothing (i mean exactly that, no sarcasm, i *was* really busy but got/did nothing [done]) i now have very little time to finish, okay, basically start my apps and pack for the motherland. ack! must stop surfing net and reading wierd anti-utopian books. r-masters indeed. i wish that drug really existed but only i knew about it so i could be super smat (or even wickid smat) and easily get into 3rd college. oh, 3rd college, please just accept me and give me money. i don't want to apply, but i'll work really hard once im there. really i will. im hungry again. is it bad to stay up late to make a pan of brownies and then consume entire pan? thats not a rhetorical question. its more like a statement of a research question. ill get on the research tonight and let you know the results. please help me find my purpose. is it like the springfield of the simpsons? no one knows which state its in? oh where art thou fair city, my purpose?
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| i had actually posted earlier but the hhhot picture of mr. rampal didn't work so what was the point? i'm currently still in the same place (quite litereally) that ive been for the past forever (well, post-school forever) so nothing to post. i voted yesterday, which was funny. and monumental. first time voting in person. at my old elementary school. it made me feel like a giant being in that old hopewell gym. like i could sprint across the whole place in like 2.73 seconds. unlike the 25 minutes it used to take me. mr. arthur wasn't around. but the place smelled the same. it looked sad and very eighties with a hodge podge of 21st century tacked on. i should have checked the cafeteria for their yummy grilled cheese and choco milk. lunch of champions (or at least mousy girls who were forced to wear shalwar kameez to all white public school once a week...but you can read about that in my first personal statement). i now should begin my 2nd personal statement...and to anyone who experienced the birth pains of the first one with me...you know how sucky this is gonna be. im putting it off till DHL can almost no longer deliver it in 12 hours. so i can have the pleasure of driving around cinci at midnight in the snow with chappels and my puffy coat looking for a DHL drop box. or will flirt with kinkos guy. oh, yeah, the voting lady (first my voting card was full, so she had to clear it...then my mom voted out loud and then i helped her to vote, got sticker, told lady that was the only reason i came to vote...she offered me extra for my children...embarressed that as a good midwestern girl i still have no children, i wandered away pretending i didn't speak english..sticker would not stick to my puffy coat.) i worked out a lot yesterday, till body could no longer stand. i could hardly get out of bed this morning. but after a healthy breakfast of chips and apple pie, i feel ready to face the world. i really do need to get my life together. and return my library books. found out another friend is pregnant. yuck. i mean im so happy for her. and calorie-counter.com is a lot of fun. it says that counting calories is good because people usually underestimate their calorie intake, but im the opposite...i always thought i was consuming ten zillion calories, but im not!! they also give grades for food and at the end of the day you can calculate your gpa, so its like being in school where the only work is eating. oddly enough you get an A for tea with no sugar or milk...but a B for water. whats up with that? thats so not cool. but there is biryani and daal on the list. and that is cool. t$ told me i should blog about real things, but whats more real than the mundanities of my life? my opinions on theories and methodologies and perspectives and the fake world in general is so not real. so not concrete. so ill stick to what i know, the boring excitingness of my own existence (or non-existence, though some people don't like to classify contingence as non-existence, but i kinda of like it). plus let us not forget that this is xanga. not wordpress...or even blogspot. i wish i was (were...subjunctive usage?) charlie rose. oh, this guy (ramesh ponnuru) was on lehrer last night. he has the most ridiculous voice. you must hear it. i love desi conservatives, but his voice will make you swoon (or something like that) celebrity death match ponnuru vs. neal katyal would be so awesome. the desis need to get in on that. ah, assimilation. ok, so i posted. ya'll should too. word.
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| argh!!!!! ive been working out for like an hour and a half, six days a week for almost a month now...and have managed to gain weight. i could have done that sitting at home eating cake. and i don't buy the you must have increased muscle mass and that weighs more bullshit...cuz there has been no muscle mass increase. only difference is that my hair keeps getting sweaty and i don't wash it (at least hijab's doing something for me...well, i guess the world) and im sore. and angry. so im giving up. well, not really, but once i go to t$'s next week, im giving up and beginning an all carb all sugar diet. only semi-joking. my cake and fruit diet of summer 03 and my baklava and fruit diet of summer 05 were the most fruitful (excuse pun)...so maybe a combo of a cake and baklava diet of ramadan 06 will work doubly well. i think my logic adds up.
update: okay, so i lost the weight i had gained, but am still at starting weight. and i had trifle today, which is like cake plus pudding plus whipped cream...who said dieting was hard.
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| ah the exciting life of an unemployed unsuccessful bum living at home. ive been sleeping a little more than necessary, but really enjoy the sleep. you know how you feel all gross and hungover with low grade headaches when you sleep more than like 8-9 hrs, well, i have now reached a point where even 12 hrs of sleep doesnt bring that about, i can wake up after sleeping half the day feeling quite nice, and ready for a nap post-lunch and then post-messing around on internet and then post-making rice for dinner. maybe i have lyme disease too. some guy died of west nile in illinois, there were a couple of cases in sycamore this month. i was bitten exactly and approximately 15 times yesterday, and one exciting bite on my lip. while being both extremely attractive and odd, it hurt a lot. but as i immediately attacked it with hydrocortisone, it went down in a couple hours and i don't look like the elephant man anymore. unlike the time i was bitten by an ant on my lip, i think my lip was swollen for a few days. why the lip? is there a lot of blood there or something. and why does nobody else seem to get as bitten as me? damn west nile carrying mosquitoes and their racial profiling ways. i spent my short respite from my family in the most hick ways possible (i say hick lovingly, because it was awesome)...i went to the ohio state fair, which was grrreat and yummy. keely from phil of the future was there, apparently she sidelines as a singer with her sister, such a novel idea for a disney show kid. but we ate funnel cake outside the show and got to hear them sing, i wonder if phil was backstage or perhaps singing back up. and then i went down to kentucky, where people are actually quite friendly. there was a really cute and helpful traffic cop there as well, and you know he had to be really hot because despite the fact that he was handing out tickets like candy, i still found him attractive. went shopping in the scariest hickiest outlet mall on way back to ohio...at that point i thought we just may get shot, but we didn't. and the KY state fair lasts till this Sunday!! anyone want to come? i started reading the booker prize books (Amsterdam, The Blind Assassin) didn't like the former so much though the McEwan writes beautifully the literary moments in the book were far better than his overall point/plot/whatever, but the latter was pretty interesting and then pretty depressing, though i have a gift and can make pretty much anything depressing. but clerks 2 really was depressing, wasn't it? next up is hotel du luc, the bone people, and the remains of the day, and perhaps the enlglish patient (i actually never saw the movie in its entirety, i saw a small portion because my mom accidently got it on pay per view while we were at isna long long ago, and though i was a kid, i felt that it would be wasteful not to watch a bit, i think i fell asleep) i also read my first asimov book. i didn't know i, robot was a book before it was a movie (didn't see the movie and was confused why so many seemingly intelligent ppl wanted to see it...) the book was a nice pulpy read. i kinda want to see hitch again. well just that dance part. ok, now time for my post-blogging nap and to mourn for pluto.
update: oh my gosh! exciting update...i complletely forgot!!! Peter Frampton
(mentioned last post) lives in the West Chester/Mason area. His step
daughter worked with my cousin and offerred to introduce them. cousin
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