I just shut down my Xanga. I'm thinking of becoming a Blogger on Blogspot. It would give me a fresh start and let me put down my thoughts in a new forum with some modicum of intelligence. I kinda want to bust out of the emo abyss of LJ.

-I'm getting an Imac this week. It's a sweet sendoff to the PC.
-I have Indian food in my minifridge
-I'm going to India over Winter break
-My body is unable to wind down before 2am
-I watched Desperate Housewives tonight and enjoyed it

We just won the House. We might win Senate. I'm brimming with satisfaction.

Wow. It's like daily LJ updates. I feel the need to update when I'm feeling emo, which I guess is obviously happening a lot lately. Snap out of it, Nandini!  People who appreciate your personality will follow. Harsh quoted something to me today which is not at all something you haven't heard before: "Be the change you want to be." Start being your regular, happy, generous, appreciative confident, normal self again!

It's a fitting time to talk about life so far. College itself is good. I'm doing so well in my English class(es) that I'm pretty much considering myself an English major. I'm not at intimidated by the juniors and seniors in my Intro to Rhetorical Theory class, Ms.Goodwin prepared me well for college English.

I found my new best friend too, but she went home this weekend for her high school's homecoming game. We're planning to go to Quebec over Spring Break, because neither of us has been there. I also met a guy, but that doesn't matter because he doesn't talk to me about anything but the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. I'm all up for that, but I don't like to hear people trash talking ethnic groups.

A bunch of us are also working on a musical endeavor. But it's a secret right now, so I won't drop more than that.

I started work as a "caller." I call Maryland alumni and update our records of them/update them on what's going on at Maryland/ask for a generous gift of $300/$150/$100/$50/$25/anything. The first day was awful and depressing--people were putting their kids to sleep, eating dinner, living in assisted living homes, trying to pay for their own medication. The first guy who I called started grilling me: "Where's the money going? How are resources allocated? I'm definetely not going to give you money, but I want to know what you ARE doing with the money." It was nervewracking and I almost thought of quitting but the 2nd day was much better. So that's bringing in a paycheck.

At the same time, there are people here who I consider close friends, but still can't count on them. I have one friend who goes home every weekend to see her boyfriend, which is great for her, but she ditches me for it. I'm definetely her closest friend on campus, and if something should happen to her relationship, I'm going to be the only one she can turn to, so she should start treating me better. Well, the onus is on her to apologize because I'm not going to take any of that crap. It's so middle school.

There is SO much to do around here that it's overwhelming! I want to join the Diamondback, be a peer counselor, gospel choir, take ballroom dancing. College would be better if there were no classes.

How exactly am I supposed to find a new best friend on a campus with 30,000 students?



Where do I start...

Friday was the last day of work, and this time next Saturday, I will have moved out and be setting up for college! Having a job was nice, except this time around, I don't have to worry about going from working in the adult world back into high school again. This time it's more exciting. I went to Target and IKEA and got (matching) bedding plus everything else.

What else?...I met some people at orientation, so I'm not particularly worried about making friends, but more about finding ones who I can be close with. I'm excited about my classes, especially my literature seminar that focuses on children. There's a little too much Dickens involved, but I think there'll be interesting writing assignments and that makes me happy.

Can't wait for my Family Guy poster to get shipped in.

So I was told today that I will be jailed behind the fat wad of glass that are my spectacles until I'm 21.

I'm trying really hard not to cry, although every time I think of it, I do. The refractive eye surgery can't be performed until my eyes stabilize, and right now they're slightly vaccilating. But I think there might be a loophole. (For those of you who don't know, my doctor has labelled me as having everything from "really weird shaped eyes" to "a visual disability.") Whenever I read the wall of letters and he fiddles with the prescription, the changes he makes are absolutely minimal. They make no difference to me in terms of reading off the letters. And I especially don't know myself if it's "Better 1? Or 2?" because I don't really know what it's like to see clearly! One prescription could just as easily be the same to me as another. I hope that I can convince him or another opthalmologist that my eyesight really hasn't changed, that I just really can't tell the difference and that is the reason behind my so-called changing prescription, which really may not be changing at all.

It's going to be a pityfest up in here for a while to come. This surgery is no longer an aesthetic choice, I think my lifestyle in college is going to depend on it. And God knows, if it stays like this is 21,....well I hope it won't.

The NYT book review came out with an article yesterday saying that according to a bunch of professors, literary folk and writers, Toni Morrison's Beloved is the best American book written the past 25 years. Maybe I should reread it then. It was a good book, but too poetic and abstract for me to get last summer. It dealt with some really disturbing issues too: the African-American post-slavery psyche, not to mention a dead baby haunting it's mother. Everyone hates a slow-paced book, but I guess we can't write it off as quickly as Churchill kids do.

Umm STILL haven't finished Great Gatsby, although by now I've forgotten everything that happened in the beginning so I started it over and have to go through the whole thing.

I'm not doing ANYTHING this week. So hang out with me, okay?

My last day of school is Wednesday, I believe.

Since I'm not doing beach week, if anyone has any better ideas for something cheaper/shorter/better I could do, let me know.

Let the world know that today, I took the large black ant that I'd trapped under a glass on a ledge the day before, and freed it on the sidewalk. It was really excited, I could tell. Its antenna's just went crazy and it kind of crawled around on the book I kept it on until I got annoyed and made a slamming noise to scare it off. And it scurried off into the grass where I suppose it will eventually be crushed under gigantic human feet. Karma, baby. Someday something like that will happen to me.

Things were really great today. Countdown to prom is finally underway. Yea, they went really well. Couldn't have asked for anything better.

Totally watching Napoleon Dynamite today. Totally. I'm looking forward to knowing what all this Vote for Pedro fuss is all about.