This is why Sloan is my BFFL:

rochelle squared: i wish good vibrators werent so expensive

dliciouslysaucy1: HA
dliciouslysaucy1: hit up [toys in] babeland

rochelle squared: hello! expensive!

dliciouslysaucy1: i'm sure they have some quality models in your price range
dliciouslysaucy1: but its an investment
dliciouslysaucy1: think of all the drinks you won't have to buy trying to meet men

rochelle squared: ha ha ha
rochelle squared: yes but the vibrator won't cuddle me in the morning

dliciouslysaucy1: ha ha
dliciouslysaucy1: neither will the guy, most likely

rochelle squared: zing!

Yesterday I FINALLY put Jesus Camp back in the mail to Netflix, after maybe a month of it sitting on my bookshelf.

Today I got an email that told me I'd be getting The US vs. John Lennon tomorrow and I got really excited, because hey, I've wanted to see it for ages and VH1 was taking forever to air it (they were working on the acquisition back when I was still working there).

Two minutes ago I just saw a commercial on VH1 for this Friday's premiere airing of -- wait for it -- The US vs. John Lennon.

Can whoever's in charge of my life please let up a little on the irony? It's getting a bit exhausting.

ETA: APPARENTLY NOT.

From a phone conversation with my mother this evening:
"You should start putting yourself out there, find someone nice, have a long engagement. But don't bring home a boy with tattoos and a ponytail, I cannot have a tattooed son in law."

WTF MOM! If you're going to force me to get married, at least let me find someone who I think is hot. Seriously I don't know who this woman is anymore.

* * * * *
Also I watched the last five minutes of Mission: Man Band this weekend and saw, like I expected, that I hadn't been credited. It's not that I'm torn up about it or anything but that basically ensures that my entire nine months there is going unrecognized. Considering all the grief I went through getting the talent their checks for that show, I think that's a little unfair, but whatever. I'm in a much better place now, both emotionally and in terms of my own career goals, anyway.

PET PEEVE: People who use the word "karma" in the wrong context (I just saw a stupid Yoplait commercial where the two girls are talking about how good the yogurt is and they used it. IT'S JUST YOGURT. GET OVER IT.) It's someone's religion, smarty pants. Learn what the word means before using it.

ACQUISITION: One blazer, one comfy pair of sweatpants, three pairs of Calvin Klein bikinis, two hot bras, and one gorgeous teal tote bag, all on sale for cheeeeeap.

ANNOYANCE: Losing three hours at home when my flight out of New York was delayed on Thursday, which subsequently led to:

DISAPPOINTMENT: The fact that Thanksgiving weekend is now over, and that I now miss my parents more than I thought possible (especially when I first left home).

EXCITEMENT: I figured out some awesome gifts to give to people for minimal money. They're so much more personal than storebought gifts and my overworked bank account gets a little vacation. I win both ways.

WISH: To be a child again, and to not have anything to worry about except naptime or whether it's going to rain so I can't play outside.

TRIUMPH: I got my mother hooked on Arrested Development this weekend. Too bad it's about eight months too late.

TOO SOON: While window shopping with my mother I happened to point out the kind of engagement ring that I'd like (what? It's just a silly ring, at least I don't have the wedding planned out). Later, I made a crack about having to edit my wedding slideshow/video myself since no one else in our family knows how to do it. Apparently she didn't get the irony in the remark because now she's concerned that since (as far as she knows) all I do is work and sleep, I'm never going to meet anyone. I wisely kept my mouth shut about all past escapades.

SEEN: Stranger than Fiction: good. The Departed: FUCKING AWESOME.

WANT: A cute dress for the holiday party, a nice pair of flats I can wear every day, and enough cash to touch up my now pathetic highlights. My roots are about 4 inches long. I'm not exaggerating.

OVERALL: November is ending much better than it started -- but I hope I'm not saying that too soon.

I spent this weekend back in 1991, when we were silly and mischeivous and spent our time at parties spying on the grownups from the stairwell. Until they caught us, of course.



I feel so trapped in the cage of my own routine. I need something to come along and shake things up, now.

Also: Watch MTV's True Life: I'm Jealous of My Sibling on Oct. 31 (yes, I realize it's Halloween) at 10pm to see my first on-screen credit on a TV show. Oh yeah, and the show's pretty awesome too.

Okay, I have about two and a half weeks' worth of laundry that I have needed to do since BEFORE LABOR DAY, but I just do NOT want to. I hate having to leave my frickin apartment building in order to wash clothes. But this time I can't put it off anymore, because I'm currently on my last pair of supersexy panties which I don't wear unless 1) I have a date or 2) I'm out of regular underwear.

I was at Urban Outfitters today and I was actually tempted to buy 3 new pairs of boyshorts JUST so I could put off doing laundry for a few more days.

I wish I were wearing these panties for the first reason and not the second, but what are you going to do.

(This entry makes me sound like a dirty boy.)

So there's a bright orange truck parked on the corner of St. Mark's and 4th Ave. every morning called the Mud Truck, and they serve coffee for cheap (it's located bang opposite the Starbucks). I'd never been before, just because when I worked in the MTV building at Astor Place I'd go to Starbucks with the PA -- it was our daily ritual.

So this morning I stopped by before getting on the subway to go to work, and I made a Very Important Discovery:
THE GUYS WHO WORK ON THE MUD TRUCK ARE REALLY FRICKIN CUTE.

Hoo boy. I have to start getting coffee there more often.

Last night I was going over everything I packed the previous evening and in the morning, and I suddely realized:

( this may be tmi )

Last Thursday (before Laura arrived), Lianna and I had lunch in Ferris Booth, and on our way out of the student center we decided to stop at the table that Alice! (Columbia's health and sex education program) had set up for Safer Sex Week, so we could pick up Safer Sex kits and fish the chocolate out of them.

They had a large, transparent jar filled with condoms on the table, with a sign next to it that said "Condom Guessing Game: how many condoms are in the jar?" On a whim, I decided to pull a number out of thin air and write it down. After a barely cursory look at the jar, I guessed 162.

There were 163 condoms in the jar.

Which means I won the game, and am now the proud owner of 163 condoms of assorted variety (colored, studded, female, lubricated, non-lubricated, king size, and more that I probably haven't seen yet). 167 if you count the 4 that I had already received in my Safer Sex kit.



Either this was fortuitous, or fate is laughing at me, and telling me that the man drought is going to last another five months. I can't decide which one as yet.

So what was anticipated to be a half-hour excursion for dessert tonight ended up being a three hour romp around Morningside Heights and the Columbia campus with my favorite ex-roomie, J.Chan.

Our conversation was absolutely priceless. Snippets follow, mostly for memory's sake, but also because most of them are hilarious.

"HEY! You know what?! We're TOTALLY the female version of Harold and Kumar!"

( and people wonder why us living together worked so well. )

A-HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE. Love you, Jess. :D

Starseed1241: jas you're amazing.
Starseed1241: i don't know what i would do without you sometimes.

Joos E Fruit: i know 8-)
Joos E Fruit: what you would do is be all sad and bored all day long
Joos E Fruit: and that would be a damn shame
Joos E Fruit: just make sure your ass is in NY August 5th to 7th or so

Starseed1241: oh believe you me. it will be.

Joos E Fruit: and that you are willing to party like they did in Independence Day
Joos E Fruit: on top of the roof
Joos E Fruit: all those strippers
Joos E Fruit: <3
Joos E Fruit: i mean.
Joos E Fruit: just party
Joos E Fruit: no strippers

Starseed1241: HAHAHAHA.

Joos E Fruit: strippesr!
Joos E Fruit: roopa be serious okay

Lianna: my ID card was found!
Starseed1241: REALLY?!
Lianna: yeah
Starseed1241: who found it?
Lianna: I don't know
Lianna: I got a message from the security people that it had been turned in
Starseed1241: oh man, that's amazing.
Lianna: yeah
Lianna: you never know
Lianna: it's the 3rd spring miracle
Lianna: the first is orchesis and the second is your immaculate conception
Starseed1241: I AM NOT PREGNANT.
Starseed1241: stomach cramps do not equal pregnancy!

Later, her away message:

Auto response from [Lianna]:
someone found my ID card!
roopa's pregnant!
will the miracles never stop?

Those Dove Shampoo and Conditioner ads, the ones with the cartoon characters with smooth and silky hair, make me giggle. Especially the one with Marge Simpson. There's one on a bus stop on the way to the subway and campus that just makes me so happy whenever I see it.



Teeheehee.

HILARIOUS MOMENTS IN BACH SOCIETY REHEARSAL TODAY.

(We're singing Bach Motette Number 6, among other pieces. Just for reference.)

[Just after he walks in on the med students in the group throwing paper airplanes around the room (which was hilarious in and of itself.)]
David (our director): So, I think we should call it a night tonight...there's this energy we have right now which is wonderful, but not really conducive to work...we worked on a lot of detail today in the Cantata and the Mendelsshon. So let's come back next week, right at 7:30, and start the Motette. The Mo-tette.
[Starts making gang signs with his hands]
David: Spelled M-o-apostrophe-T-h-e-t. Mo'Thet. The gangsta-Egyptian rap. Or something.

[Later, after stopping us in the middle of the Mo'Thet.]
David: That sounded great guys, but you're still sounding very separated. We need to make this sound together, and have your voices blend, so everything can sound very enmeshed.
[Dan Chen puts his hand up to his mouth to giggle as David starts playing the piano. David sees Dan and stops.]
David: [Fake intake of breath] Ooooh, I said enmeshed.
[Dan turns beet red]

I downloaded the Saathiya ringtone for my phone!! This is making me WAYYY too excited. Hahaha.

Roopa says:
did i tell you about the gorgeous 27 year old law student in my hindi class???
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ [one of my bestest friends and almost-sister Mekala] says:
yeah u did!!! any advances?!
Roopa says:
haha no he's just really nice eye candy
Roopa says:
i doubt he'd be interested
Roopa says:
he's 27!
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
sooo??
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
who cares?
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
prime marriage material!!!!
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
:)
Roopa says:
HAHAHA
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
lol
Roopa says:
i knowww but what if he's already taken?
Roopa says:
then i'd just feel stupid
Roopa says:
men that age...you have to be careful you know
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
eh screw her...temporary accessories thats what girlfriends are
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
:)

Later...

Roopa says:
OMG he went to HARVARD?!?
Roopa says:
(yes i'm a loser and googled him)
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
LOL
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
ur too cute...coolio...prime prime prime marriage material...call ur parents
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
book a hall
~*aao na, hona hai fanaa*~ says:
i'll be there
Roopa says:
HAHAHA

I am the world's biggest idiot.

I set my alarm last night but forgot to actually turn it on. So I wake up (on my own) at 9:37 and the first thing that runs through my head is

"HOLY SHIT I'M 40 MINUTES LATE FOR MY MIDTERM!!!!"

So I throw on some jeans and a shirt over my pajamas, tie my hair back without brushing it and RUN at full speed out of my room to Dodge Hall. Didn't brush my teeth, take a shower, or anything. I'm in tears on the way over there and am ready to beg Prof. Schamus and my TA to please let me retake the damn thing. I get to Dodge, race upstairs...and see people in my class sitting outside the room doing some last minute studying.

Then I realize that class starts at 10, not 9.

Words can't even begin to describe how stupid I felt at that moment. :)

Some moron approached me on College Walk today and offered me this half price trip to supposedly one of the most exclusive spas in New York.

Then I realized I would have to give him my credit card right there.

Fuck no.

I shouldn't call him a moron, though, he was just doing his job. But, helpful hint, buddy: it's not nice to make fun of prospective customers' ethnicities. Just something to remember the next time around.

Although he did say I have pretty eyes.

"ah hope ah make myself cleah leydeee...honh honh honh honh..."

saying things in a french accent is so much more fun.

lollapalooza kicked ass! it was so much fun, from getting lost to sitting on the lawn in the blazing-ass heat to seeing queens and incubus live to complaining about how expensive the merchandise was. i had a great time with julia [who wrote me the world's sweetest validation!! mad props, rafe!].

yeah for losing the script with the light cues twice and then finding it both times.

i've decided i'm going to steal the union jack from the pinafore set (hahaha, jack the jack...) and either hang it in our room next year or make a pillow out of it. after this summer i want something cool that has been somewhat illegally obtained from the laurel theatre department. memorabilia, if you will.

we've got another show tonight. let's hope it goes better than yesterday (although yesterday wasn't too bad at all).

"A-D-D, easy as 1-2-3
simple as do-re-mi, A-D-D, 1-2-3, baby you and me..."

"fo-evah? fo-evah-evah? fo-evah-evah?..."

only 4 more weeks! less than a month until i see my sex god!! whoooo!!!

this morning at work, rachel and julia and i were sitting in the work room talking about completely random things, and rachel was in the middle of saying something when all of a sudden julia points and starts screaming "BIG! BUG!"

there was this grotesque silverfish running across the floor, and it parks itself under the chair i'm resting my feet on. so i can't move because i'm scared shiteless, and we're all screaming for a good five minutes before julia comes over with a big wad of napkins and squishes it. then we continue trembling. julia is getting a special "hero of the week" title in cue copy because of this. i am in awe.

ack. it still grosses me out to think about it.

oh, and for those of you who read this but don't have one...please still leave comments...it would make me sooooo happy...hee hee hee.

twice in one fucking day. sloan and i went to 25th Hour in lerner on thursday night and they were about 20 minutes into the movie when...guess what...the fire alarm went off! $3 wasted. we really didn't feel like sticking around until they let us back in and then having to fight over seats so we just went back to his room and watched super troopers, which is one of those movies that's so idiotic it's hilarious.

i either go to bed incredibly early or mind-blowingly late; i'm asleep at midnight or i'm awake until 6 am. this week has been one of the 6 am weeks. i haven't been getting much sleep. last saturday i didn't fall asleep until 645 and even then it was only for 1.5 hours, wednesday i didn't get back to my room until 5 am, and this morning i got back to my room at 6 and went to bed, but some assholes decided that 630 in the morning would be a wonderful time to start jackhammering the street outside my window. even after i got up to close it i could still hear it drilling into my brain. and when i had fallen asleep, i was awoken at 1030 by reggae music blasting from the street fair that appeared under my window magically during the early morning hours. i kind of want to go check it out, but i have 178 pages of crime and punishment to read and a music hum paper to start before i can do anything else. fortunately the paper is about the magnetic fields, so i'm SO excited. i'm writing about ferdinand and fireflies, which i think are 2 songs on opposite ends of the spectrum. good times.

yesterday i saw bend it like beckham. fantastic movie. it's my family, except that my mother never ::indian accent:: taught me how to make full indian dinner. also, my father's the religious one in the family, not my mother. him and his baghvad gita chanting. i wonder if he still does it while he's washing the dishes in the morning. he's woken me up countless times at 8 am on a saturday with his off-key singing. but everything else fit my family to a tee, almost scarily so. it also made me really excited for suchinth's wedding. :)

i'm also getting kind of worried about housing. jess and i got #1545, which is definitely not horrible but it's still not great. our top choices basically went out the window the minute we got the number. there are 5 studios left in watt, which i would absolutely die for, but it's never going to happen. i would like to live in the nussbaum building but we both agreed that after a year in furnald, we need to start being more social. so at this point it looks like we're going to be living in broadway, which definitely isn't bad housing, but the elevators make me sick. plus it smells like a hospital, which i can't deal with for more than an hour at a time. postering there for erratica was an experience...i was glad to finally get out into the fresh air after going up and down the floors for an hour.

and 2001: a space odyssey is one of the most fucked up movies ever. it's going to be giving me nightmares for weeks. brilliant.

fucking fire alarm went off at fucking 5 am today. i was in the middle of a dream, i forget about what, when all of a sudden i wake up. that's a weird noise, i think..oh shit, it's the alarm..do i have to get out of bed? then i hear people slamming doors and i figure i better leave in case it was a real emergency.

was not a happy camper. i hadn't been in the building for a fire alarm until today.

but it's ok, tonight is going to be absolutely amazing. :D