October 19th, 2007 by galadriel

Is it true, that in this day and age, people like this exist? What’s more, is this. At least, it’s statistically proven to be environment dependent.

I watched Crash. I’m astounded. I don’t know what to believe anymore.

Funnily enough, Crash doesn’t talk about Indians. I wonder why?

Other news:

I submitted my proposal, now awaiting comments.

Rutgers beat the crap out of USF. Go RU!!!!!

October 17th, 2007 by galadriel

Loneliness scares me. Shitless.

October 17th, 2007 by galadriel

The rain was pouring down making gigantic “plonk!” noises as it fell on the ground. He stood, bedraggled, at the bus stop waiting for the 78. He was getting more and more impatient by the minute. The bus stop wasn’t really offering much protection, you know; the bus had better get here.

His grumpiness was reaching a crescendo when he saw her. She was standing at the bus stop too. Only, the adjacent one. He realized with dismay that that meant….

She wasn’t really beautiful. Not quite your Elizabeth Taylor. But she did have the most reflective eyes he had ever seen in anyone. It looked like they would betray every single thought going through her mind. Quite literally the mirrors to her soul.

She had picked a spot on the road, and was staring at it intently. The vehicles were zooming by, splashing water all around. Yet her gaze would not budge. Oh, what he would give to know what she was thinking just then!

Lost in his thoughts, he almost missed it. The bus came to a roaring, screeching halt in front of him. Ah, crap! He hated having to leave. As he was getting aboard the bus, he glanced at her to get one final glimpse of her eyes. She looked at him just then. A sudden flash of red, glistening pearls at the corners of her eyes. Blended so well with the pouring rain.

78 pulled away.

October 16th, 2007 by galadriel

Shouldn’t I be happy that my friends are rapidly climbing the ladder of success? Am I jealous? No. I really am not. Then why am I feeling so lousy? Is it because I am disappointed at my own inability to achieve what they have? Partly.

But I think there’s a bigger reason for this. That I wasn’t given half the opportunities that others were given to prove their mettle. That if I were in their place, I probably would have done at least as much as them, if not more.

Or maybe I don’t deserve it. Maybe I’m just making excuses for my own incompetence. Maybe…

October 15th, 2007 by galadriel

My Masters Thesis budget is $2,970,924!!!