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Name: Chaya Tharangini
Gender: Female
Interests: Obsessions with Apolo Anton Ohno and Harry Potter, and of course, God, music, friends and family, key club, and apricots.
Expertise: obsessing, being the crown princess of english, the beauty queen of everything. = ) ohh and the huh? what? game = D
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
8/29/2003
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| This weekend I'm going to perform in a show on campus, and in preparation for it I have a plug for the show on my Facebook status, which precludes my changing it to reflect my thoughts, etc. I was just thinking that it sucks to not be able to write something I feel like writing on my status because of this plug, and then I remembered that I have a Xanga...
The semester is ending really (really) soon, and with it my college career. That's weird. I'm behind on my reading (as expected for this time of year) but it's much more grating than usual because I'm actually enjoying the books I'm reading for class (even The Monk by Matthew Lewis, and that's for my 18th century British fiction class, which is totally not that fun). Also bad is that I have two final papers to write (and they, or their rough drafts, are due SOON), and have yet to really begin either of them. I'm banking on its being a productive weekend, but I kind of know it won't be. Which is fabulous. I guess I'll figure out some way to get it all done.
In other news, I'm listening to Psapp radio (they're the band that sings Cosy in the Rocket, the Grey's Anatomy theme song) on my Pandora and "Sleeping In" by The Postal Service just came up and it reminded me how much I love that band. Which is actually what I wanted to write my Facebook status about. Which is what brought me here. Yay The Postal Service.
Over the summer when I had my last week at my internship, my coworkers took me out to dinner and then gave me a cute grass-green(ish) notebook to write things in. I wrote somewhat faithfully till approximately August (I finished the internship in late July) and then haven't written anything more or less since. That's bad. What kind of "writer" am I? I thought I would get so much more productive/organized/get better priorities this semester, but taking two classes ended up being a lot more demanding than I expected.
Also, I think I have an attention span problem. Which is worrisome. Because I'm supposed to go to medical school next year. How am I supposed to do that if I'm a bad study-er? Maybe I should go back to reading The Monk and stop playing my Pandora and sign out of Facebook..... | | |
| Friday night I went out to the local bar/pub/wine place scene with a couple girlfriends, which ended up being wildly enjoyable. And yes, I'm exaggerating a bit. Anywho, one of my friends got this AMAZING new SLR camera for her 21st birthday a couple weeks ago, and has been using it to excess of late. Which is a-okay with me, since it means I get a lot of awesome pictures taken of me, seeing as how she's a very good friend of mine. At the wine place we went to, I thought I'd get creative with the camera and took a picture of my wallet, keys, and phone on the pretty mosaic table we were sitting around:
Someday, when/if someone loves me, he (or she, I suppose, in a friend or family way) will look at this photo and feel warm inside because it reminds him/her of me. I kind of love the idea of someone's signature items reminding others of that person. 
Side note: I'm seeing Owl City in concert this weekend, and may I just say once and for all: I don't care how much you like his "Fireflies." I liked his music before you did. And yes, I realize that is kind of a bitch move. I'm comfortable with that. | | |
| Best Grey's line I've heard in a long time (from a song, so I guess it doesn't really count):
"You're the reason my heart beats. It's cause you showed it how." | | |
| I remember when:
1. Writing was beautifully easy and not at all daunting. I used to just hear the cadences in my mind and think of the words to fill out their hollow shapes. Arguments in essays came easily and were almost always insightful. I was confident in my abilities and, most importantly, didn't worry that perhaps I had passed my prime.
2. I cared what my hair looked like, and it looked kind of good as a result.
3. I was a freshman who thought it a matter of course that I would find true love in college.
4. Being a fan of The Postal Service was uncommon (and their music sometimes laughed at), at least among the people I knew.
5. My lower back wasn't so sensitive and wont to spasm painfully when I got up wrong.
6. I still thought of myself as fundamentally outgoing, as a girl who would never have trouble connecting with her peers.
7. My knees didn't experience random creakiness--at least not with the frequency they do now.
8. I wouldn't have liked Waiting for Godot.
9. My faith was unquestioned, unsullied, uncomplicated, and tangibly comforting. | | |
| Aaand here's one of the funniest conversations I've had in a while:
bff: can we make ur life into a sitcom please
bff: we can call it
me: will and grace 2.0?
bff: the palimpset adventures
me: hahahahaha
me: no one would want to watch it!
bff: fine
me: thanks for validating my palimpsest metaphor, ps
bff: we could call it
bff: SEX
me: HAHAHAHAHA
me: people would be SORELY disappointed
me: the only sex in the show would be me watching sex and the city reruns
bff: eh, i could guest star
bff: to make the title valid
me: yaaaay
bff: (as if)
me: we could call it GAY SEX
me: then
bff: gay sexual liberate + straight virgin
bff: woooot
I love (love) my gay best friend. I can't imagine my life without him. | | |
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