There is nothing more irritating than a guy who starts talking to you out of the blue, keeps it up for about a week and then decides you're no longer interesting enough once he discovers existence of boyfriend. Every girl will tell you that. It wouldn't hurt to be a little classy sometimes.
~*Heat*~
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Old Movies That EVERYONE Should Watch Once.
Old movies don't get NEARLY enough credit as they should. Even though people feel like they can't relate to them, they can. It's not that hard. Here are some of the best old movies that everyone should watch at least once.
- The World Is Not Enough. It's a James Bond movie. And after watching this one, if you like it, watch all the rest of the James Bond movies. There's a reason they have a cult following.
- My Cousin Vinny. It's about a New York lawyer who goes to Alabama to take his first murder case after 6 times of failing the bar, a language problem, a dress code problem and almost 6 weeks of experience practicing law. It's HILARIOUS, and Marisa Tomei is my hero. If you watch it, you'll see why.
- A Few Good Men. Stars Tom Cruise and Demi Moore. It's a legal movie about a Marine who is killed by his fellow Marines, supposedly on the orders of a higher officer.
- Jaws. I really don't have to explain this one. Even though I'm scared shitless of sharks, I sat and watched it. And it was SO GOOD.
- Home Alone. It's a kid's movie, but it's still hilarious. I watch it every Christmas and die laughing every time.
- Goodfellas. Any movie with Joe Pesci and Robert De Niro together is bound to be good. It concerns a former member of the Mafia who goes into the witness protection program after ratting out his fellow members.
- Sholay. Even though it's a remake of The Magnificent Seven, it might actually be BETTER than the original. And that's saying something.
- The Magnificent Seven. If you don't particularly like Westerns, you might be hard-pressed to watch this one, but at least try, mostly because it's a classic.
- Rebecca. This is an Alfred Hitchcock movie, so it's pretty old, but it's still really good. It's about a middle class woman who marries a rich widower and moves into the house, only to find that the first wife still has a strange hold over everyone in the house.
- The Pink Panther series. Seriously. The Steve Martin ones are NOTHING compared to the old ones. Blake Edwards and Peter Sellers are comedic geniuses. Granted that the humor is pretty slapstick, but if you need to wind down and if you want to watch a movie that requires no thinking, this is the way to go.
~*Heat*~
Monday, August 2, 2010
Dear Little Heat,
I miss you, and I want to talk. And I want to reminisce a little. So take a break from dancing with Ayush and pretending to be Gurmukh's lover, because you'll have plenty of game with much taller and more idiotic men when you hit college.
If there was one thing you were famous for, it was your penchant for trying to figure out things that were none of your business. You were curious. And it always got you in trouble. Remember that time everyone thought you'd swallowed a pencil sharpener? They turned you upside down and banged you on the back and shook you until you couldn't breathe, let alone get the words to tell everyone you hadn't swallowed anything. And speaking of talking. You never shut UP. For a girl with such a small mouth, you had an extraordinary amount of words. Your mouth ran 24/7, like the Energizer Bunny. And you always talked about the most useless, most idiotic things that made absolutely no sense. But somehow, you still managed to get people to like you even though you were so irritating. Mad props yo.
You were artistic. Remember that one time you tore apart the crayon box searching for a magenta crayon, and you were completely dumbfounded when the kindergarten teacher said she didn't have that color? You may not have been a perfectionist (mostly because you could never color within the damn lines), but you paid attention to detail. I remember this one time in second grade you had to choose a poem, memorize it and recite it. You picked this poem by Shel Silverstein (which I now realize was PERFECT for your personality), something about this guy who couldn't stop sneezing and had such a bad cold that in the end, he had to go get a circus tent and use it as a handkerchief. You couldn't stop laughing when you read the poem, and when you had to recite it, I remember how dramatic you were (you always were a drama queen) and how much expression you put into it. And I remember how loud you yelled when you had to pretend to sneeze. As a side note, my sneezes are still just as magnificent and loud as your sneezes were. I remember how your eyes danced when you recited it, how excited you were. You loved reading and learning. You always did.
You were always emotional. Everything you felt, you felt so strongly. I remember you had this clown doll that would sing Fur Elise when it was wound up, and every time you heard the song, you'd tear up a little. Even then, without having any idea of what the song was about. And I also remember how you cried when Mom told you the story of Frankenstein's monster and how he was such a social outcast. All the other kids in your class were scared of the idea of a monster, but you weren't scared; you just felt bad for him. Your emotions were strange. Even if you couldn't take care of yourself, you still took care of other kids if they were being picked on. Or at least you tried. You were naive, and you got your wakeup call in the worst way.
I don't know if you're gone. I see you in me sometimes. Your imagination, your creativity, your penchant for talking a lot and putting your foot in your mouth. That's all still there, but your optimism? Your tolerance? Sometimes I feel as if cynicism and scorn kind of suffocated you and left you to fend for yourself. Did you leave? Did you survive? I feel like the answer keeps varying and at the worst, most of you is gone from me. But I also know that whatever I have left of you will never leave me. Or at least, I hope it won't.
Thank you for the memories, Little Heat. Thank you for charming people and winning them over all those years, because I sure as hell can't do it now. Thank you for never letting the word "Why?" escape my vocabulary. Thank you for being imaginative and giving me a world (several worlds, actually) that I can enter when things go really wrong. Thank you for infusing me with passion and enthusiasm for damn near everything. As for you, little one, I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did.
With all my love,
~*Heat*~
If there was one thing you were famous for, it was your penchant for trying to figure out things that were none of your business. You were curious. And it always got you in trouble. Remember that time everyone thought you'd swallowed a pencil sharpener? They turned you upside down and banged you on the back and shook you until you couldn't breathe, let alone get the words to tell everyone you hadn't swallowed anything. And speaking of talking. You never shut UP. For a girl with such a small mouth, you had an extraordinary amount of words. Your mouth ran 24/7, like the Energizer Bunny. And you always talked about the most useless, most idiotic things that made absolutely no sense. But somehow, you still managed to get people to like you even though you were so irritating. Mad props yo.
You were artistic. Remember that one time you tore apart the crayon box searching for a magenta crayon, and you were completely dumbfounded when the kindergarten teacher said she didn't have that color? You may not have been a perfectionist (mostly because you could never color within the damn lines), but you paid attention to detail. I remember this one time in second grade you had to choose a poem, memorize it and recite it. You picked this poem by Shel Silverstein (which I now realize was PERFECT for your personality), something about this guy who couldn't stop sneezing and had such a bad cold that in the end, he had to go get a circus tent and use it as a handkerchief. You couldn't stop laughing when you read the poem, and when you had to recite it, I remember how dramatic you were (you always were a drama queen) and how much expression you put into it. And I remember how loud you yelled when you had to pretend to sneeze. As a side note, my sneezes are still just as magnificent and loud as your sneezes were. I remember how your eyes danced when you recited it, how excited you were. You loved reading and learning. You always did.
You were always emotional. Everything you felt, you felt so strongly. I remember you had this clown doll that would sing Fur Elise when it was wound up, and every time you heard the song, you'd tear up a little. Even then, without having any idea of what the song was about. And I also remember how you cried when Mom told you the story of Frankenstein's monster and how he was such a social outcast. All the other kids in your class were scared of the idea of a monster, but you weren't scared; you just felt bad for him. Your emotions were strange. Even if you couldn't take care of yourself, you still took care of other kids if they were being picked on. Or at least you tried. You were naive, and you got your wakeup call in the worst way.
I don't know if you're gone. I see you in me sometimes. Your imagination, your creativity, your penchant for talking a lot and putting your foot in your mouth. That's all still there, but your optimism? Your tolerance? Sometimes I feel as if cynicism and scorn kind of suffocated you and left you to fend for yourself. Did you leave? Did you survive? I feel like the answer keeps varying and at the worst, most of you is gone from me. But I also know that whatever I have left of you will never leave me. Or at least, I hope it won't.
Thank you for the memories, Little Heat. Thank you for charming people and winning them over all those years, because I sure as hell can't do it now. Thank you for never letting the word "Why?" escape my vocabulary. Thank you for being imaginative and giving me a world (several worlds, actually) that I can enter when things go really wrong. Thank you for infusing me with passion and enthusiasm for damn near everything. As for you, little one, I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did.
With all my love,
~*Heat*~
Lay Me Down
It’s been about three months since I last updated and I’m right where I left off. I’m back at some late hour of the night foregoing studying for my finals and instead I’ve
a) Been a wake up call
b) Changed my facebook profile picture (JELLYFISH)
c) Found every remix to that one Punjabi MC song
d) Chipped all of my nail polish off
e) Gone on a walk
f) Taken a nap in the library
I’m actually being yelled at right now to finish studying and blog tomorrow, but you see, that would be the SMART thing to do and, as we all know, I’m not the smartest out of all of us. J
Everyone seems to have had really awesome summers but I, no doubt, had one of the worst summers of my life (ok heat before you argue you went out of the country and saw family while I was stuck here slaving away with no one but my hunchback boyfriend to keep me company). I, however, am not going to dwell on that. I’m going to tell you all what next semester is going to be like.
Picture this:
*cue music*
It’s Move-In Day and we’re all bringing our carefully collected furniture, decorations, bedding and most importantly FOOD, up the stairs and into our new apartment. Everything is set up and then
THE PARTY BEGINS.
The champagne is flowing, disco balls appear out of nowhere, backup dancers appear, everything goes Technicolor and we’re now starting the
BEST YEAR OF OUR LIVES.
something like this:
Internships and jobs and A’s magically seem to be coming to us. We’re in our own rooms and now able to walk around in states of semi nudity without fear of scarring anyone. Boyfriends are sleeping over and roof hopping is now a sport. Our bathroom lives do not have to be compressed in a small plastic bag that may or may not have become moldy by the end of the year. Dance parties are held on the regular as are movie nights, outdoor picnics and cookoffs. There are never dishes in the sink (thanks liquid) but there always food in the fridge.
The end of the semester closes with plans for a roadtrip to California to visit a much missed friend and lots of alcohol and dancing. We all get 4.0s.
The end. Amen.
I’m telling you girls, the promised land is near.
Aannnnddd now I have to go fail my final. WTF IS TORQUE?
NO.
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Sunday, August 1, 2010
Working Away My Summer
Summer has been GREAT. soooooo amazing. relaxing, lazy, and simply great.
But almost 3 months have FLOWN by. Why? Because I've been working. SIGH. The toils and troubles of a teenage worker. No really, I have been working two internships, neither of which are paid and I've just been so busy the past few weeks that when I look back, the only thing I can say is WHERE did this AMAZING summer of mine go? Apart from the fact that my summer lasted about as long as the blink of an eye, it has caught my attention how much I think I've grown this summer.
Two internships means working for two sets of bosses, which means twice the deadlines, twice the demands, and twice the experience. At the beginning of the summer, I remember being a little bit overwhelmed with tasks that I had to have completed. I remember asking my bosses LOTS of questions and moments when I felt like I really wasn't qualified for this job. But over the weeks, I think they've molded me into this more professional, more confident young women, that's even more comfortable with talking, asking questions, and handling assignments. Even though I haven't been in school this whole time, I feel like I've learned SO much more this summer and working those longggg 9-5 hours has aged me, matured me. All of a sudden, I realize that working is no joke. It's hard work. Much harder than school. So much so that I'm almost looking forward to going back to tests and quizzes because they just seem so much simpler at this point. I realize how tired my parents get at the end of a work day and I understand what they mean when they say work doesn't just end when you get home...it never ends...it's literally a full time job. The way I hold myself is more professional, I think. I stand up straighter, have changed my wardrobe, pay attention to my appearance, and have perfected the way I talk to other people. It's been a great experience, although an exhausting one, and I feel like I'm really coming out a much different person from how I went in.
I went out to eat lunch with my elements the other day and I was shocked to find how much we'd all matured. Two of us were coming from work, and one was coming from class. We were all dressed to impress and the waiter kept throwing charming grins at us, making us feel like those housewives on those stupid tv shows. And our conversations...ohhh we had a good laugh at the conversations. They started the way I expected a conversation my Mom would have with her girlfriends would start. "So? How's work? How are classes? Good? Good. How's the Boyfriend? Aw great! And the family? Oh of course. But what would family be if it wasn't crazy? Stressed? Don't worry, it'll be over soon! Oh yes, we do need to plan out the groceries. And yeah! I think that color will look GREAT in the bathroom!"
Seriously. It was ridiculous.
...but KINDA cool!
It's been a fun ride being all mature and grown-up for one summer. Like a teaser trailer for what's about to come. But it's also made me realize that, although the movie looks like it's gonna be great, it's one movie that I can wait a little while before I wanna watch it...I'm in no hurry. For the time being, I'm actually looking forward to going back to the comfort of classrooms, and homework.
##Dirt##
But almost 3 months have FLOWN by. Why? Because I've been working. SIGH. The toils and troubles of a teenage worker. No really, I have been working two internships, neither of which are paid and I've just been so busy the past few weeks that when I look back, the only thing I can say is WHERE did this AMAZING summer of mine go? Apart from the fact that my summer lasted about as long as the blink of an eye, it has caught my attention how much I think I've grown this summer.
Two internships means working for two sets of bosses, which means twice the deadlines, twice the demands, and twice the experience. At the beginning of the summer, I remember being a little bit overwhelmed with tasks that I had to have completed. I remember asking my bosses LOTS of questions and moments when I felt like I really wasn't qualified for this job. But over the weeks, I think they've molded me into this more professional, more confident young women, that's even more comfortable with talking, asking questions, and handling assignments. Even though I haven't been in school this whole time, I feel like I've learned SO much more this summer and working those longggg 9-5 hours has aged me, matured me. All of a sudden, I realize that working is no joke. It's hard work. Much harder than school. So much so that I'm almost looking forward to going back to tests and quizzes because they just seem so much simpler at this point. I realize how tired my parents get at the end of a work day and I understand what they mean when they say work doesn't just end when you get home...it never ends...it's literally a full time job. The way I hold myself is more professional, I think. I stand up straighter, have changed my wardrobe, pay attention to my appearance, and have perfected the way I talk to other people. It's been a great experience, although an exhausting one, and I feel like I'm really coming out a much different person from how I went in.
I went out to eat lunch with my elements the other day and I was shocked to find how much we'd all matured. Two of us were coming from work, and one was coming from class. We were all dressed to impress and the waiter kept throwing charming grins at us, making us feel like those housewives on those stupid tv shows. And our conversations...ohhh we had a good laugh at the conversations. They started the way I expected a conversation my Mom would have with her girlfriends would start. "So? How's work? How are classes? Good? Good. How's the Boyfriend? Aw great! And the family? Oh of course. But what would family be if it wasn't crazy? Stressed? Don't worry, it'll be over soon! Oh yes, we do need to plan out the groceries. And yeah! I think that color will look GREAT in the bathroom!"
Seriously. It was ridiculous.
...but KINDA cool!
It's been a fun ride being all mature and grown-up for one summer. Like a teaser trailer for what's about to come. But it's also made me realize that, although the movie looks like it's gonna be great, it's one movie that I can wait a little while before I wanna watch it...I'm in no hurry. For the time being, I'm actually looking forward to going back to the comfort of classrooms, and homework.
##Dirt##
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