Whoof.
And you miss her the most when it's two in the morning, and your headache is pounding, and your nose is stuffed up and disgusting, and your fever makes it hard to even think straight, and you're sore everywhere, and you're so tired that you can't sleep no matter what you do, and you wouldn't even possibly think of calling anyone at that hour but her, because you know that even though she's got a final exam the next morning, and she hasn't slept much, she'll still lie to you and say she was awake anyways, and talk you to sleep, no matter how long it takes.
But you can't call, because it ended. Because it's gone.
May 24, 2005
May 8, 2005
Pratham Gala 2005!
So here I am again, blogging about the Pratham Gala. The post from last year is here, just in case you want to read the background or whatever.
Okay, so...yesterday morning I took the new SAT. That thing is LOOOOONG. Ten section! I was exhausted by the end of it. And plus, it was my fourth four-hour test in six days. That amounts to (I calculated this during the SAT) 400 multiple choice questions, 7 essays, and 6 Calculus free-response questions.
After that, I went straight to the Westin Galleria Ballroom downtown and got a Frappuccino, then went to help with set-up, which took quite a while. We had to set up tables for the entire ballroom, along with random crap that we had to put on the tables. I met Nupur, Meera, Priya, Puneet, Nirali, Akshay Uncle, and some other people whose names I forgot/never knew.
We all went and changed at one point or another; Nupur and friends took about an hour. Sheesh.
There wasn't much to do after that. I helped get the presentations and stuff started up in the catwalk, and then I was pretty much free to do whatever I wanted. There was Indian dancing, of course...LOTS of it. My whole body's sore from that; I'm not really used to it.
There was slow-dancing, yes. I did possibly the gayest thing I've ever done: slow-danced with this other guy named Mayur for about five seconds.
THEN there was garbah and bhangra and other stuff; we had fun. Dimple's husband was HILARIOUS; Mayur and I backed him up for all these love songs that he did dramatic enactments of.
Nupur and family took me home; thanks! I talked at length with her dad on the way him; very interesting conversation there. He's a cool person.
That's about it. There was, of course, a ton more stuff, but I think that stuff should stay between us volunteers.
*laughs nervously*
Okay, so...yesterday morning I took the new SAT. That thing is LOOOOONG. Ten section! I was exhausted by the end of it. And plus, it was my fourth four-hour test in six days. That amounts to (I calculated this during the SAT) 400 multiple choice questions, 7 essays, and 6 Calculus free-response questions.
After that, I went straight to the Westin Galleria Ballroom downtown and got a Frappuccino, then went to help with set-up, which took quite a while. We had to set up tables for the entire ballroom, along with random crap that we had to put on the tables. I met Nupur, Meera, Priya, Puneet, Nirali, Akshay Uncle, and some other people whose names I forgot/never knew.
We all went and changed at one point or another; Nupur and friends took about an hour. Sheesh.
There wasn't much to do after that. I helped get the presentations and stuff started up in the catwalk, and then I was pretty much free to do whatever I wanted. There was Indian dancing, of course...LOTS of it. My whole body's sore from that; I'm not really used to it.
There was slow-dancing, yes. I did possibly the gayest thing I've ever done: slow-danced with this other guy named Mayur for about five seconds.
THEN there was garbah and bhangra and other stuff; we had fun. Dimple's husband was HILARIOUS; Mayur and I backed him up for all these love songs that he did dramatic enactments of.
Nupur and family took me home; thanks! I talked at length with her dad on the way him; very interesting conversation there. He's a cool person.
That's about it. There was, of course, a ton more stuff, but I think that stuff should stay between us volunteers.
*laughs nervously*
Apr 30, 2005
NFL Districts
The 25 highlights of the National Forensics League Districts tournament:
1. Forgiving, but not forgetting, at 2 am, the day of.
2. This shit is BANANAS!
3. A judge told me that he thought I had debated my case at TFA State.
4. Asif and Shamez fooled everyone into thinking they had beat the best team at the tournament.
5. Asif and Shamez got a no-show AND a bye. Completely unfair.
6. I finally figured out how to do extemp.
7. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
8. Learning French by context clues.
9. "Nice hat."
10. The schedule from hell: extemp, extemp, debate, debate, all back-to-back, with no break in between.
11. Spoons...I mean, pens.
12. Duck, duck, goose.
13. WE'RE BANANAS!
14. "Insert previous comeback here."
15. "Lemme reflect for five minutes, then I'll be right with you."
16. Discounted pizza.
17. Inside connections to get lower Frappuccino prices (thanks Brett).
18. Indian tea!
19. URLs? We don't need no stinkin' URLs!
20. Soaked-in-sweat Kevin hugging Mrs. Gilson.
21. Brownies and lemonade! (thanks Mrs. Gilson!)
22. I cut my LD case during my opponent's speech.
23. Germophobic racist judges. Damn them!
24. This random kid humped the wolf statue.
25. And of course, the very best part was spending two days with Lara.
That's all, folks!
1. Forgiving, but not forgetting, at 2 am, the day of.
2. This shit is BANANAS!
3. A judge told me that he thought I had debated my case at TFA State.
4. Asif and Shamez fooled everyone into thinking they had beat the best team at the tournament.
5. Asif and Shamez got a no-show AND a bye. Completely unfair.
6. I finally figured out how to do extemp.
7. B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
8. Learning French by context clues.
9. "Nice hat."
10. The schedule from hell: extemp, extemp, debate, debate, all back-to-back, with no break in between.
11. Spoons...I mean, pens.
12. Duck, duck, goose.
13. WE'RE BANANAS!
14. "Insert previous comeback here."
15. "Lemme reflect for five minutes, then I'll be right with you."
16. Discounted pizza.
17. Inside connections to get lower Frappuccino prices (thanks Brett).
18. Indian tea!
19. URLs? We don't need no stinkin' URLs!
20. Soaked-in-sweat Kevin hugging Mrs. Gilson.
21. Brownies and lemonade! (thanks Mrs. Gilson!)
22. I cut my LD case during my opponent's speech.
23. Germophobic racist judges. Damn them!
24. This random kid humped the wolf statue.
25. And of course, the very best part was spending two days with Lara.
That's all, folks!
Apr 20, 2005
Explanation
I guess a lot of you want the story. Sorry, but to protect the innocent (and the guilty), I'd rather not just toss it out on the Internet. If you're really interested, ask, and I might tell.
For this blog, suffice it to say that I got burned, twice, by the same person, in the same place, and now I'm healing. I'm writing about it; not specifics, but instead general entries in a journal about what I've learned. No, you can't read it yet. Yes, you can read it when it's done. In fact, I'm writing it because I want it to be read, eventually. I'd like people to know not what happened, but why and how it happened. Again, however, it's not specific, to protect certain people.
To my friends and family: I'm sorry. I know I've been pretty annoying for the past couple weeks, and probably somewhat of a burden. In the past few months, too, I've drifted away from many of you, and only after all this happened did I realize how stupid that was. Some of you, in spite of me, did things for me that just blew me away. To those few of you especially, and to anyone and everyone who's put up with my complaining, venting, ranting, and philosophical theorizing, you have my sincerest thanks.
Anyways, I've got some music to face, and some new memories to make.
Peace.
For this blog, suffice it to say that I got burned, twice, by the same person, in the same place, and now I'm healing. I'm writing about it; not specifics, but instead general entries in a journal about what I've learned. No, you can't read it yet. Yes, you can read it when it's done. In fact, I'm writing it because I want it to be read, eventually. I'd like people to know not what happened, but why and how it happened. Again, however, it's not specific, to protect certain people.
To my friends and family: I'm sorry. I know I've been pretty annoying for the past couple weeks, and probably somewhat of a burden. In the past few months, too, I've drifted away from many of you, and only after all this happened did I realize how stupid that was. Some of you, in spite of me, did things for me that just blew me away. To those few of you especially, and to anyone and everyone who's put up with my complaining, venting, ranting, and philosophical theorizing, you have my sincerest thanks.
Anyways, I've got some music to face, and some new memories to make.
Peace.
Apr 11, 2005
Tales of a Small Traveller
Hi everyone! My sister, Priti, a Stanford University student who is studying abroad in Florence, Italy for a quarter, has started sending me back a batch of journal entries every week. I started a blog so these can be published online, because they're really well written and very interesting. You can find the "Tales of a Small Traveller" here. Enjoy!
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