Sunday, January 22, 2012

Average thought process on an average evening

19:00
I am bored

19:25
Maybe I'll write something

19:27
What do I write about though?

20:00
*Phone call*
Me: Hello?
Friend: Hi. I am at this cool fort kind of a place and the girlfriend whom I ignored you for all these months is not talking to me or posing for pictures with me, so I am feeling awkward and need to project a cool dude image to all her roommates, so I need to act unconcerned and busy, so talk to me.
Me: Um ok.
Friend: So how's it going?
Me: Oh well, it started out with-
Friend in background: Oh wait, take one of me like this. With this hat on. One sec.
Friend to me: I'll call you in a minute.
Me:Bye

20:12
*Phone call*
Me: Hello?
Friend: Ok, talk now
Me: So as I was saying-
Friend in background: Ha ha. I'll tell you later. I'll tell you later I say.
Friend to me: I'll call you later.
Me:Bye

20:17
Me to roommate: You know about this article about how girls just use nice guys to get stuff done and to crib about their boyfriends and when they get asked out by said nice guy, they don't want to 'ruin the friendship' so the nice guys basically always get ignored and finish last?
Roommate: No
Me: That's ok I'll send you the link. But anyway, I'm gonna write an ode to nice girls- the girls who get ignored; the girls who set their friends up with their bff's and then fall off the face of the earth (or atleast the terrain of their friends' love stories); the girls who get called to proofread SOPs, Resumes, Cover letters, who get called up when referrals are needed for an internship, a part time job but never for holiday meetups because the 'girlfriend wouldn't approve'; the girls who get called when there is trouble in paradise and who sit through hours of "that bitch.." and "I cant believe she is doing this to me.." when they have a project proposal due the next day; the girls who will always be 'the best girl I've ever met, but..'.
Roommate: Dude I cant find my cell phone charger. Have you seen it?

20:40
Staring at laptop is nice

21:05
I am bored

21:11
Maybe I'll write something

21:13
On all the jerks I usually attract???

21:15
Gender stereotyping in the movies???

21:17
On why I am not a big fan of Selvaragahavan movies???

21:20
On how my mom is the coolest and I admire her more as I grow older and more mature???

21:35
Me: Back home?
Friend: Nope... In car...   Sent from my iPhone
Me: I'm bored. Want to write. Dont know what about though.
Friend: Write about why each of us is a hero and an asshole at the same time.
Me: Mmm... too deep. Something else?
Friend: How maturity comes with age.. How what we did few years back seems dumb now.
Me: Ok that kinda occurred to me in a different way. I'll work on that. Give me something else.
Friend: Environment. Sent from my iPhone
Me: achi peh
Friend: Seriously .. You can write it in a lot of depth if you research.


 *silence*


21:40
I am bored

21:43
Maybe...

21:43:20
Screw all of you. I am going to watch ugly betty and kill some brain cells.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Do I know you?

I wrote earlier about how I stuck this trackbar (yeah the Live Traffic Feed in the lower right) in my blog to figure out whether my family knows about the existence of this blog or not. After several excited data analyses the first few days after I got the trackbar, I gave up trying to imagine who could be reading my blog. Now, every time I open my page, I scroll over to see if anyone other than myself has visited it and try mapping it to people I know. I am fanciful that way. I try to imagine the lives of people who read my blog and whether I ever pass them on the street without knowing it.

That brings me to my question. Who are you, oh person from Richmond, Virginia? Do you live in Columbus, Ohio? Why is the DoD your Internet Service Provider? Do you work for the DoD? Do you VPN in to my blog? Do you like it? My blog I mean, not the DoD. Do I know you?

Who are you, reader from Scranton, Pennsylvania?

Who are you?