Diatribe for the Unknown

westward ho.

Only a couple things can comfort this fed-up mind of mine. One is the video involving Justin Timberlake and Scarlett Johansson going at it MTV-style followed by Justin and Scarlett racing side by side until the end when Scarlett comes to her bitter end - in a tragic car accident. There is no cinematography or direction quite like that. It brought a tear of joy to my eye yesterday when I first laid eyes and ears on it. Luckily I was able to use my quick instincts to record it and can now watch it at my own leisure...when I go through bouts of frustration towards the outside world.

I hate when certain things lose their flair. Right now I'm done with something I started a while ago. Mostly it is my own fault. I started losing interest last fall and since then have put the least amount of effort possible which in turn has led to bad results and unhappy people. This whole course of action then makes me frustrated because I don't want to deal with it anymore. I'm done with the complaints, I'm done with doing this for free. I'm just done. Yet here I am stuck in it because I made a commitment. Boo hiss is what I say to that.

Reasons for not just resigning my post in the free market? A)It looks good on the resume/CV, B)its given me more purpose (which is stagnant at this point), and C)I love basketball.

Right now it is just taking up too much of my time. Time that I really don't feel like is going to good use anymore. These days I'm getting more complaints than I am compliments and whenever anyone begins to feel underappreciated...they write a song.

This is as close to a song as I'm gonna get folks. And for that, you should feel damn lucky.

This is Hilary Duff reporting...

Yesterday around 5:30pm I had the best realization during class. But today, I can’t remember it. How does that happen? I’m frustrated at my lack of memory.

So instead I leave you with this question, and hopefully you can answer it for me…

When the Euro-Americans first came to the “New World”, they brought along with them, their accent. Some of the first immigrants here were the English, the French, and the Spanish. Now if we have colonies of people from Europe, don’t you think that the accent would have stayed intact? Shouldn’t the New Englanders have some sort of European accent? Is the Arlington/Medford/Southie/Boston accent some sort of twisted evolutionary accent from those first days when the Euro-Americans first stepped on this land?

Maybe the combination of all sorts of immigrants kind of transcends any sort of accent. Maybe I’ll consider that my thesis…

3rd hand smoke?

Today’s Pick-Me-Up: Half a grapefruit slathered in sugar.

A couple of minutes ago, I just ate the most magnificent grapefruit in the building and it was mighty yummy. So it is my suggestion to you today: if you have a chance, go get a ginormous grapefruit because you won’t regret it. What made mine even more special was that it didn’t spit at me…unless it plans to do so from the trashcan in which case…BLAST!

I’m sure you are asking yourself, wow, what is bringing on this sudden postage-ness from Rhi?
The answer: The fact that I need some sort of outlet in the middle of the day to just think about something besides work or school pretty much explains it. I like having about 15 minutes of not-so-free time to be creative, to not have to freak out about some deadline or homework assignment I need to finish before the hour strikes. My sanity is the only option I have left. I just ate my other option.

I sat through a 3 hour meeting today - which I secretly enjoyed. This is due to the mindset I had going in to the meeting - I don’t have to say a thing, I just need to observe. I have been tagged the newbie so as of right now I’m just learning the ropes. Nothing has been demanded of me just yet…

Today’s Put-Me-Down: Second Hand Tea (tastes more bitter but maybe not so much of a put-me-down since it helps my health out rather than sending me down the “cancer” path). So let me redo that...

Today's Put-Me-Down: Last episode of the OC ever.

No Child Left Behind

I’m rather excited to see if the bastard child of Tom Brady will be cute or not. My money is on not cute since both the mother and father are pretty hot – the child’s odds drastically decrease in terms of cuteness. Take the Beckham children for example. When they are with the world’s hottest couple, they don’t stand a chance. And their non-cuteness doesn’t help either. I’m telling you the mixture of hot genes among baby makers, for some reason causes a bad reaction. Some other examples of mediocre looking babies – Gwyneth Paltrow’s Apple & Courtney Cox’s Coco. Angelina Jolie realized that adoption is the way to go. You can pick and choose your own tiny cute baby and hope for the best. Some examples of kids that turned out hot because a parent was kind of ugly – Liv Tyler, Prince William, Kate Hudson. I think so far, one couple has defied the work of ugly genes by having a cute baby and that’s Gwen & Gavin’s Kingston. He’s pretty cute.

Anyway, I just thought of this after I read an article at ESPN about Tom Brady and Matt Leinart (http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=hill/070219). Looks like white male athletes are becoming the new baby’s daddy. Ack! We are evolving…

Happy Former President's Day

I had the most amazing cup of tea yesterday from Tealuxe. It was so good that I wanted my cup to be an endless stream of goodness. If you are a green tea person I suggest you try Dragon Pearl Jasmine. BUT I just looked up the Tealuxe website and see they only have 3 locations - 1 on Newbury street, 1 in Harvard Square, and 1 in Rhode Island...that doesn't help those that never travel to those areas. BUT if you know of a tea shop nearby, see if they have it. I guarantee that you will enjoy it, if not then there is something wrong with you!

I finally got my haircut this weekend, it was one big weed that was getting out of control. Luckily my lovely hair stylist tamed it quite well. Now I can wear my hair down with minimum annoyance.

I’m sure you want updates.

Work is good. School is good. My shoes are good. My hair is good. The weather is somewhat good, I was excited to get some snow but sad that it immediately turned to ice. I fell a couple times on ventures outside but nothing to cause serious alarm.

A couple things I want to note.

1. Britney Spears looks in with a shaved head.
2. I have a new fascination with scarves. I now have a collection that exceeds 5. I plan on making some out of old clothes I throw away.
3. Drama will always be in my life even when I try to avoid by staying busy.
4. I hate online classes. Especially when the teachers are not sympathetic.

I have an addiction to junk food and I need to stop. If I don’t there is a possibility I will really become a beached whale.

waiting such a long time

You'd be proud, I started a post yesterday that was wittier than a Jon Stewart show. It was flowing and coming out of my creative system like I was a pulitzer prize comedian. Unfortunately in the middle of it, I was interrupted and had to pull out of the system immediately. So instead, here I am sitting in a hotel room in King of Prussia...ice creamless. I was looking forward to ice cream all day and even worked out so I could have ice cream but once I got to the store, they were closed. As I was walking back to my hotel room I saw the WaWa (convenience store) across the street and didn't have the heart to walk across and get a push pop.

So now I am comtemplating watching Almost Famous and eating an apple or watching mindless numbing tv and falling asleep...

I'll leave you in suspense...

I ate my arm in the candy shoppe

Let's see who is actually still checking this damn thing. :)

My movie recommendation for the month: Shortbus
A great movie with lots of sex and naked frontal shots of men and women alike. I actually went and saw this movie with my sister of all people. I know some people must be like what the heck? Why would you see that with your sister? And i'm here to say that, well, she is my best friend. You'd take your best friend to see a fun movie with you...wouldn't you? Sometimes I forget she is my sister and I mean this in a good way, we just seem to be getting along so well these days, it's kind of scary. When we were younger I would always be making her cry. Now the only reason she would be crying is because I'm so freakin funny. I can't help it.

It has been a month and some change since I've had a job. Yes for those of you that don't know, I am unemployed at the moment. I've been okay though as I've learned the ins and outs of the unemployment services of this great blue state of ours. I'm actively looking for a job, am still waiting from my old job so they can hire me full-time so I'm not in panic mode quite yet. I'm actually enjoying my time off as it has allowed me to focus on school. Scary really.

I'm actually looking forward to working again soon. I'm moving up in the biopharma world and can't wait for the challenge to begin...
Alright I'm getting sleepy-eyed. I'll be back eventually...

own it

Slacker best describes people who don't update their blog in months.

Slacker is a person who has yet to look for a new job even though said slacker's job ends on Tuesday.

I sit here on the couch with my sister and the only thing I am stressing about right now is if my beta is dying because I don't ever feed it which means my sister does which means it may becoming obese which means it fits in with society which means the next step is said fish telling me it is born again which means I will not be surprised which means I am right back at square one.

Life for me has been pretty busy. So busy in fact that I forget that my contract with my job is ending on Tuesday and here I am not really caring if I have a new job or not. I feel like an asshole because there are people out there who take months to find jobs and they are stressing right at this moment. Right now my only concern is to walk down the street, pick up my steak and cheese sub, and find my way to the convenience store where I will pick up my lottery ticket. Yes, I am looking for the easiest answer to this dilemma that is not a dilemma to me really but will be a dilemma to my landlord, my bill collectors, my sister cus she will be supporting me, and abby because I won't be able to put gas in her.

So I may be a bit on the dramatic side. Right now I have about 4 options for a new job. One job of which has already been offered to me but I'm not sure if I'm "Project Management" material. But like I've discussed already, I can give it a try and if I succeed then great, and if not then I guess we will all know...I'm not "Project Management" material.

Time to pick up my steak and cheese...

Doodah Doodah

There is nothing funnier than waking up at 4 in the morning to drive my sister 2 hours to portland then finding out at 7am that the reason that we drove her up had the wrong day in mind. Yes my sister was suppose to run a marathon on Saturday morning but what the Maine marathon people didn't know was that they got the days wrong. My sister wanted to run it on Saturday and the MM people disobeyed her and actually had Sunday in mind. So unfortunately I wasn't able to cheer my sister on in her first marathon on the Northeast coast. Hilarious right? I thought so...but I think my sister thought I would be pissed when she told me. In actuality, I'm not and I'm just excited that I get to hang this over her head everytime her and a scheduled date come at the same time. It will be great comedy and my wit will catch it at the right moment.

When we were driving up to portland for no reason, she was talking about how excited she was to run in the trail. It would have been the first time that a family member was present to cheer her on at a marathon. Apparently my parents never bothered to see her through her previous runs. Which made me sad because they used to be all about showing up at sporting events...I guess priorities change.

Yes, so having my sister living with me has been great. It definitely has taken the edge off that missing void that is the girl. So unlike the girl I'm pretty lucky to have someone distract me from the hole that was left.

Some of my favorite activities to do with the sister:
1. Go to Kendall Square movie theatre and watch indy films on the weekend.
2. Eat Anna's burritos.
3. Watch scary and graphic movies/shows and the likes.
4. Play sudoku.
5. Discussing religion - which means I nitpick catholicism (her religion) which she takes with a grain of salt. it's quite fun actually.

Anyway, things are going along. I'm busy up to my ears with school and basketball so there isn't much time for horseplay. I miss horseplay most of the time.

Going to Illinois is a bit of a culture shock, especially when you have lived in the northeast for the past 8 years and are used to the environment and people here. I had the chance to spend a lovely labor day weekend out in Illinois and enjoyed it quite a bit. Mostly because I was in the company of a fair-weathered lady whom I adore.

One of the things I could not get over and still can not get over is how obscenely nice and cheerful they are out there. Here in this wonderful city of Boston/Cambridge - it seems everyone walks around with their heads lowered hiding the scowled look on their faces trying to avoid any sort of interaction with another homosapien (this mostly occurs in the morning). I think if we were to ship some of these Bostonians out to Illinois they would think it was some sort of cruel joke and would argue that no one was seriously that nice. Which was how I felt when I was there. I found it hard to accept that the niceness the Illinoisians felt and gave was genuine. I think behind that mask of sincere niceness was a multi-emotional human being. Do they just deal with the motions off the clock? In the confines of their own home?

Anyway, I have to say I liked Champaign-Urbana. It reminded me of home with all the fast-food restaurants placed on each side of the street and the site of a church on every corner. It also had the college frat boys that know how to interrupt a perfectly nice meal with their vulgar language and need to outdo each other with muscles all while being able to chug glass after glass of beer - a feat I have not done in years. I think my only qualm is that it is so far from the Northeast and that I wasn't able to find a Corn Maze within 5 miles of the girls apartment.