Weekend!

I love weekends. Even if I do nothing special, the idea of a weekend is greatly appealing. I had big plans - starting with washing my car. Didn't happen.
I went out last night and mixed drinks and had a total blackout, again. I'm too old for this. Funny thing is, I never used to have blackouts when I was younger. So this morning I wake up with vomit in my hair, on the edge of the bed and on the carpet. Thankfully, I had the good sense to put my laptop outside the puke perimeter. I sold off my extra couch today and the guys who came to pick it up showed up first thing in the morning.Brilliant. I washed my hair super quick andt he first thing that the guy says to me is "did you go out last night" . I was like, 'yeeeeeaaah'. And then I realize I am still drunk and have alcohol on my breath. Oh, I could have kicked myself all the way to India.Or London. I love London.
Only one more day of the weekend left. Meh! I have accomplished nothing. Except for turning my house spotless. Unfortunately there's no one around to appreciate it.

2:33 pm is creativity time

Last weekend was one of the most uneventful ones I've had in a long time. But like I discovered, uneventful is not necessarily bad - for instance - I had the time to soak in dead sea minerals - wah! what relaxation! And I am continuing to be fanatical about keeping the humble dwelling absolutely spotless. I got a new blackberry handset ( the old one was battered). Interesting story - I only got the new handset because on my previous visit, this salesman had promised me one for free( he was flirting with me) God, I love being a girl sometimes. Oh, and a new couch! and a loveseat! On which no act of love has been performed! (Or so I've been told) I intend to inaugurate it -hee!
In other news, I have a new roommate moving in for the summer. Mixed feelings about that. It's been a long time since I lived with a complete stranger. I hope she is clean and quiet and doesn't have a boyfriend and/or an uber active sex life cause then I will BURN WITH JEALOUSY. Sometimes I pray to God to help me get laid. I'm not half as pathetic as I make myself sound. I have a plenty active sex life I think - it just not with who and when I want. The spontaneity is thrilling no doubt, but the following troughs can be depressing too.
Another day at work is nearly over and I have accomplished close to nothing which is very conducive to blogging. Above mentioned blackberry has generated no excitement (Are you even thinking of me seksiboi, while I spend hours daydreaming of you) No amount of willing your phone to buzz will make it buzz -FUCK THAT!

Looking for the inner chef

I hardly ever cook. I have lived away from home for the last 9 years and during that time I must have cooked thrice. Once for the once love of my life. It took me the whole day to shop for stuff - onions that later rotted and had to be thrown away, big packets of spices that never came out of the pantry again, knives that I hope the future residents of the house used. I think I did a pretty good job but the Indian spices were too much for the white boyfriend. I have cooked maybe one time since then.
Maybe boredom is a good thing -I am going to start cooking again, for myself this time. Maybe it really is as therapeutic as some people make it sound. Aloo, gobhi, matar - watch out!

Today I'm wallowing in : Boredom

It's summer. It's hot. Seriously, I didn't know it got so hot in the 'West'. And what's with all the rain?
Anyway, so I have just started my internship in the small town where I live. Most of my class mates have gone off to more interesting places. And I'm stuck here and surrounded in boredom. It's almost like a physical presence. All these years, I have avoided blogging. It's ironic that I've given in and it's because I'm depressingly bored. Ha! I'm supposed to be working- test my knowledge, use all the tools from my tool-kit but today is not the day.
Between checking perezhilton and facebook, I chat with friends on Gtalk. Please will someone send out a memo listing DUMB and NOT DUMB status messages? No one wants to read your lame status -it shouldn't be out there. If anything, it's hurting your image so get it off! (Rant no 1 completed)
(Rant no. 2 begins) Boys! I don't get them. I thought I did but the ones I've met here clearly belong to a different league. I don't understand all these mixed signals and I'm not the chasing type. So I end up hurt and confused. For 3 days. Then another boy surfaces and the cycle repeats. Fucking fucked-upness.