I'm listening to Rachel Maddow elaborating on the ridiculous viewpoints and "paranoid blues" of the John Birch Society. It's thoroughly entertaining...I mean, how can anyone possibly think that the Civil Rights movement was actually a conspiracy to turn Arkansas into a "Negro Soviet Republic"? Ridiculous is the only way to describe it.
You know what's even more ridiculous? Death panels. Because I'm sure that was the whole point of the healthcare reform. Yeah, O.K.
As much as I hope that the bill will go through, I really wish that the public option could have remained where it belonged. I want everyone to be insured...I'm sick of people turning down their meds because they can't pay for them. If I hadn't worked in pharmacy for so long, I'll be honest, I wouldn't have known the severity of the issue. But seriously, it seems like the rich get to pay for their health...their life...as if the poor's right to live and live healthily is not justified because they don't have the bucks to back it up.
Socioeconomic crises suck. It's painful to watch. It's painful to live through.
Anyway, my political passions aside, I went to Dee's house today. We talked about relationships. I kind of understand her fear of commitment - the feeling of being smothered, the feeling of things happening too quickly - without enough time to reflect on what's actually going on, and perhaps analyzing the bigger scheme of things. At the same time, though, I feel like if you're with the right person, even if the person is not Mr. Right forever, all of those fears are calmed...because that person would make it all worth it.
I'm not sure if I'm one to talk.
I guess she's having trouble because she's had so many other guys in her life...it's like she rationed off her heart and keeps on forgetting which parts were allocated to who. Getting over people is not easy...forgetting them is even harder. I really hope things work out for her. I don't want her to get trapped into thinking that certain people care when they actually don't, or that she deserves to be treated like crap sometimes. I also know that it's hard to convince someone of that fact.
After our heavy talk, we watched Holiday Inn. Fred Astaire + Bing Crosby = OMGOMGOMG. Great movie...still mad at Fred Astaire for messing with Crosby's life so much lolz. You know what I've noticed after watching a number of 30s movies? Many of the female characters were depicted as...stupid. Maybe naive. Mostly stupid though. It's kind of infuriating, or it would be, had the many of the movies back then not been considered "lighthearted."
Speaking of stupid female characters...I'm gonna go read Twilight.
Love,
~*..:Gowri:..*~
PS. Rohma left today! I already miss her.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Break time
I don't think I could possibly be more relieved than I am right now. Winter break is finally here! I'm sitting here in my bed, covered excessively by a number of comforters and way too many pillows than I actually need.
I'm lovin it. I don't care if McDonald's already coined that phrase.
Both yesterday and today, I woke up at 1:30pm. It's crazy to think that a human is actually capable of sleeping that much without having taken some kind of medication...but heck! I don't regret it. I was pretty much dormant yesterday...I woke up, showered, talked to my parents, called Amber, and organized my financial document binder. Today I did the same thing, except I decided to start reading Twilight. I have a strange feeling that I might be susceptible to getting addicted to it...but I also think that a part of me has changed my views about teenage love stories so as to not let that happen.
Fortunately, as I approached the tenth page of the novel, the phone rang. Rohma was calling. Both of us had spent the first days of winter break at about the same level of dormancy, and both of us were just as excited about the feet of snow that had accumulated over the roads and lawns of Germantown. Rohma came over and we reveled in each numbing step we took in the snow. It was so high up that the already low swings of the apartment complex became ridiculously low. We didn't have any sledding devices, but we did manage to find an abandoned box amidst the fluffy white sprinkles on the hill. However, as soon as we tried to sit on it, we plopped into the ground rather than sliding atop it. We laughed and made snow angels...with really deep wings, mind you...and briefly gazed at the stars before we decided that half of our bodies were numb from the cold.
It was definitely worth it. Snow like this isn't too common in Maryland. It reminded me of the crazy blizzards back in NE.
Anyway, Rohma and I decided to walk to Blockbuster and rent something light-hearted. We definitely spent more time in the candy aisle than the movie shelves. The store is closing down, so everything was on clearance sale. I plan on going back tomorrow and buying Seven Pounds; I've been separated from Will Smith for much too long.
We ended up watching Made of Honor while eating a healthy dinner that comprised of sweet tarts, cookies, popcorn, raisinets, and skittles. The movie was cute and light-hearted, just as I had hoped. Before Rohma's dad came to pick her up, we had a short conversation about being confused about life. I think Rohma described it well...like being "stuck." I totally agree with her. It's like I'm ready to declare that things are going to change, that things are going to be different, and that maybe I can be decisive for once, but it just doesn't happen.
Just to make one declarative statement though, I do plan on changing my habits this winter. A lot. I'm quite fed up with my performance in every category in my life nowadays.
Either way, I'm going to miss Rohma when she's off livin it up in Australia. I will also continue to envy her.
I do plan on being slightly productive tomorrow. I'm going to build a snowman in the morning, go to the mall, and read that friggin book that will allow me to finally get my permit. I think I finally understand why everyone is so excited about driving. There are times when I really just need to go somewhere...anywhere...and a car is the best way to make that happen.
I wrote a poem about two weeks ago in a form I never tried before (the pantoum), and I plan on posting it here.
Anyway, I'm psyched about winter break and I plan to cherish every moment of it.
Love,
~*..:Gowri:..*~
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Desperation
By: Gowri Nadmichettu
Her mascara-lined lashes are awfully damp
Her enticing smile slips to feigned
But still you go on about some red-dressed vamp
Whose reputation you stained.
Her enticing smile slips to feigned
As she waits her turn and clears her throat
About whose reputation you stained
She wishes for you to stop the gloat.
As she waits her turn and clears her throat
She lets rain her cloud of doubt
She wishes for you to stop the gloat
Because you don’t know at all what she’s about.
She lets rain her cloud of doubt
But your hands ruthlessly caress
(Because you don’t know at all what she’s about)
The underside of her dress.
She was on the verge of spilling his name
But still you go on about some red-dressed vamp
And like years before the pang is the same -
Her mascara-lined lashes are awfully damp.
I'm lovin it. I don't care if McDonald's already coined that phrase.
Both yesterday and today, I woke up at 1:30pm. It's crazy to think that a human is actually capable of sleeping that much without having taken some kind of medication...but heck! I don't regret it. I was pretty much dormant yesterday...I woke up, showered, talked to my parents, called Amber, and organized my financial document binder. Today I did the same thing, except I decided to start reading Twilight. I have a strange feeling that I might be susceptible to getting addicted to it...but I also think that a part of me has changed my views about teenage love stories so as to not let that happen.
Fortunately, as I approached the tenth page of the novel, the phone rang. Rohma was calling. Both of us had spent the first days of winter break at about the same level of dormancy, and both of us were just as excited about the feet of snow that had accumulated over the roads and lawns of Germantown. Rohma came over and we reveled in each numbing step we took in the snow. It was so high up that the already low swings of the apartment complex became ridiculously low. We didn't have any sledding devices, but we did manage to find an abandoned box amidst the fluffy white sprinkles on the hill. However, as soon as we tried to sit on it, we plopped into the ground rather than sliding atop it. We laughed and made snow angels...with really deep wings, mind you...and briefly gazed at the stars before we decided that half of our bodies were numb from the cold.
It was definitely worth it. Snow like this isn't too common in Maryland. It reminded me of the crazy blizzards back in NE.
Anyway, Rohma and I decided to walk to Blockbuster and rent something light-hearted. We definitely spent more time in the candy aisle than the movie shelves. The store is closing down, so everything was on clearance sale. I plan on going back tomorrow and buying Seven Pounds; I've been separated from Will Smith for much too long.
We ended up watching Made of Honor while eating a healthy dinner that comprised of sweet tarts, cookies, popcorn, raisinets, and skittles. The movie was cute and light-hearted, just as I had hoped. Before Rohma's dad came to pick her up, we had a short conversation about being confused about life. I think Rohma described it well...like being "stuck." I totally agree with her. It's like I'm ready to declare that things are going to change, that things are going to be different, and that maybe I can be decisive for once, but it just doesn't happen.
Just to make one declarative statement though, I do plan on changing my habits this winter. A lot. I'm quite fed up with my performance in every category in my life nowadays.
Either way, I'm going to miss Rohma when she's off livin it up in Australia. I will also continue to envy her.
I do plan on being slightly productive tomorrow. I'm going to build a snowman in the morning, go to the mall, and read that friggin book that will allow me to finally get my permit. I think I finally understand why everyone is so excited about driving. There are times when I really just need to go somewhere...anywhere...and a car is the best way to make that happen.
I wrote a poem about two weeks ago in a form I never tried before (the pantoum), and I plan on posting it here.
Anyway, I'm psyched about winter break and I plan to cherish every moment of it.
Love,
~*..:Gowri:..*~
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Desperation
By: Gowri Nadmichettu
Her mascara-lined lashes are awfully damp
Her enticing smile slips to feigned
But still you go on about some red-dressed vamp
Whose reputation you stained.
Her enticing smile slips to feigned
As she waits her turn and clears her throat
About whose reputation you stained
She wishes for you to stop the gloat.
As she waits her turn and clears her throat
She lets rain her cloud of doubt
She wishes for you to stop the gloat
Because you don’t know at all what she’s about.
She lets rain her cloud of doubt
But your hands ruthlessly caress
(Because you don’t know at all what she’s about)
The underside of her dress.
She was on the verge of spilling his name
But still you go on about some red-dressed vamp
And like years before the pang is the same -
Her mascara-lined lashes are awfully damp.
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