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You ever have on of those days where you have absolutely NOTHING to do at work? Well, these are one of those days. Here I sit in a cubicle, in front of a computer, "working" with the production development department for the week at MTV in Times Square. Frankly, my supervisor might have forgotten I'm even here for the day for all I know. And having surfed the web for the past few hours I'm rapidly running out of things to do to bide my time. So here I am. Back on LJ. A site I've probably visited a total of two times in the past 5 months.

Anyway, I figured I'd take the chance to briefly update on my life to date since I have the opportunity -
Soooo, I'm officially into my 5th month living here in NYC and while the experience has ultimately been "different", from a work-related perspective, I can certainly say I'm looking forward to getting the hell outta here in 4 weeks time and settling back into NH for a few months of needed break. The MTV experience is a weird one. It has its' ups and downs but being on the level of an intern I'm mostly relegated to doing a whole lot of nothing. The glamour of working for a major TV company isn't all that it's cracked up to be and once the appeal of passing major celebrities in the hall and watching a live TV taping wears thin there really isn't all too much to the business other then long work hours and a commitment to the craft. Regardless, my time here was enlightening and I'm still reassured that this is the career I want to pursue post-college (although perhaps moreso in the film industry rather then in the television one).

As for New York itself, it's amazing how accustomed to it I became in a matter of weeks. My small town sensibilities made me fairly precautious to the people and the area at first but over a matter of time it felt like I'd been living here for what feels like forever. The subway has been a daily fixture in my current lifestyle, certainly more then the T ever was. In fact, on top of that, during a rare visit back to Boston, the place felt practically alien to me in comparison to my big city living. Additionally, the area I've been living in, Brookyln Heights, is more upscale then the general Manhattan area that most are aware of whereas the housing I'm in, the renovated St. George hotel, is subpar housing in comparison to my previous West Village lifestyle. Quite the contrast but serviceable for what short time I've spent here.

Perhaps what's been the most beneficial aspect of moving away from the drunken stupor of being in Boston is that I've not only been (mostly) sober during my 5-months here but I'm also in the best shape of my life. My attempts at maintaining some sense of health conscience were growing last semester in Boston but, in the end, health & fitness had never been a major priority for me. However, with the convenience of a very good (and free) gym a few yards away from where I live and a sensible older brother living nearby to help further keep me in check, gym and cautious eating in my life have increased tenfold. It has its' disadvantages though since my social life has taken a backseat to my goals of developing muscle. Not to mention said social life isn't further helped by the fact that my roommate and I are polar opposites. But strangely enough I'm not bothered by it and am only further driven to continue my regimen for as much time as possible. Plus, I have the comfort of knowing that I have my friends in NH and Boston waiting or me in the end anyway.

The future looks promising too. I'll probably land a short-term job to fill up my summer in NH and earn some money. A two week trip to India is in the cards with the family at the end of August. And then I'm back in NU for the fall. Living once again with Seth in West Village housing. A couple of old faces will be gone to make the experience somewhat different then my last few years, but fortunately there will be a few new faces that I'm looking forward to seeing upon my return to the area as well. I'm looking forward to it.

And with that, I'm about due a lunch break. Ciao!

Who wants to party??? I do! I do!

Wow. Haven't posted here in a while.

Anyway, I'm back in Boston after a two month hiatus and it's good to be back. The break did me good as I was burnt out from the whole Boston thing. And now I've landed in a double with a kid named Sullie. Two other seniors landed the singles. And we have a fairly sizeable living area (better than last year's West V. A atleast). Better yet they're all 21+ so no more sneaking in alcohol to my place (least to a certain extent). Also especially exciting is that both Rich and Amy are turning 21 in a little over a month and so I'll have more company to do 21+ things with soon, outside of Peej and Mickey atleast. Anyway, in celebration of everyone being back I plan to party and get incredibly wasted tomorrow and the next night after that. Blank out wasted, perhaps.

...I AM showing some will power, however, as my roomie brought some frosh over tonight and proceeded to play 7-11-doubles right next to me and I refrained and instead am typing this. So, yeah, self-control. Yay! That'll do me good somewhat. That's about it for now though.

Still aiming for co-op in NYC this January. We'll see how that turns out.

P.S. I don't like classes where they teach you foreign languages.

As I get back into the groove of, uh, "journal entry-ing", I find myself finding very little to write about lately. Nothing deep or soul-searching or, y'know, that kind of stuff. So I'll just settle for last night's drunken escapade instead...

So, yeah, last night I went to some kid's birthday party, which was in one of those apartments further down Parker Street. What's that place called? Mission Main? I dunno. Anyway, I took a little too much of some pineapple/vodka combination prior to the trip over w/ the crew and so it was a solid hour into the party before I blanked out. Some girl and I were dominating the beirut table too so that didn't help my mental state any. And the last few remnants of my blurry recollection involves smoking a few cigars out back with a group of people and then hugging Candace and her boyfriend, Julio, non-stop after they decided to stop by for a bit. Then they drove me back to West A while everyone at the party wondered where I disappeared to and assumed I left and started wandering the streets aimlessly. Fun!

The rest of the weekend was pretty solid as well. I went for a decent walk over to the pru and newbury st. on Friday. Caught the gym for an hour and then, with a little liquor in me, went to a late showing of "The Longest Yard" with Buks and Will. Hilarious movie!

Most of Saturday day was with the roomies as well. It was so nice out that we took a lengthy walk through most of Newbury Street, did some shopping, and then grabbed a bite at Fridays while the Red Sox game blared on the TV.

And then Sunday was primarily spent recuperating from the day before. Completely hungover I was pretty reluctant to do anything that involved leaving the room. I went downstairs to pickup some borrowed movies from Mischa and that was pretty much the extent of my leaving this apartment. I think my parents were supposed to come into Mass. with a horde of visiting uncles and aunts and then take me out to dinner but that didn't happen and I'm pretty relieved. Oh man...I'm still hurtin'.

Lingerie parties. Jello wrestling parties. Birthday parties. Party parties.

I'm burnt out.

I've been in Boston for 2 years straight give or take a few sporadic weeks off. I've done all there is to do as an underage student. Now that I'm 21, there's only like 2 people in my circle of friends who are 21+ and everyone else can't do anything outside of drink in our place or drink in someone else's place. Why are younger people cooler then older people?

I yearn for Summer 2. Florida. New York. California. Refresh me! And then I'll be ready for the fall...I hope. Only three more weeks.

Oh, and I haven't forgotten about motorcycle weekend. Everyone better be ready this time.


P.S. Our new suitemate, Mike or whatever, is a douche. Big time. I wish Kyle or Mischa or Mickey were still here. They were nicer.

Who do I have to kill to get air conditioning around here?!?

76 degrees right now.

...in my room.

Thank you. That is all.

Happy belated New Year everyone! I unfortunately spent most of my celebration time sleeping as I was not only 'recovering' from my last laser eye surgery but enduring the pain from a hunk of plastic wrapper that fell into my eye while putting in my daily eyedrops (not only infecting my eye but making it incredibly bloodshot). My Dad said this was the first time he'd seen anyone do that before so, hey, atleast I'm setting records. Anyway, while not the most exciting New Year's celebration for me, I have plenty more to go in my lifetime and I hope to approach 2005 with a fresh outlook on my daily routine and a new set of goals (how many I manage to meet or maintain will be the key question but we'll see). Anyway, I'm going to cut back on this LJ thing for a bit as I hope my life will be mellow enough now as to not have anything to put on here but, just the same, I wish you all the best and hope you have a great 2005!

Happy fucking birthday to me!!!

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I'm glad I ended up doing dinner at Qdobas yesterday because today wouldn't have been as pleasant for me. Thanks Sherrie, Rich, Theresa, Amy, Mickey, and Jen for all coming. I know it technically wasn't a b-day dinner but I appreciated all your company just the same and also appreciate Sherrie even moreso for paying for my nachos. =)

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...It was snowing yesterday and in honor of my birth on this date, 21 years ago, the world has decided to forget the snow and instead drop gobs of stinkin' rain on me and darken the sky just to the right pitch of gloomy and, well, it's flat out looking ugly right now. I knew it was coming but I figured it could be a whole lot worse.

And of course I still have a final paper looming over my shoulders. I guess I should be glad I have an extension but it just adds up with all the other crap of the day. I have time though, I guess, it's due on Wednesday at 8PM. I knew I had it coming but I figured it could be a whole lot worse.

And so I've lost my coat. I think I left it in my final Film Analysis class of the semester. And it was a good coat too. A gift from my Aunt and Uncle. It's grey and has an unzippable hood, I don't think there's a Lost & Found and I doubt you'll see it but if you do...

Oh, and then of course NEU's birthday present to me:

"Happy birthday, Kunal!!! You get to be disciplined today by writing us a 5-page paper, taking a 3-hour course on alcohol consumption and paying us money! We've basically decided that the whole situation that happened 2 months ago was entirely YOUR fault and we appreciate your honesty."

"Yeah, you appreciate my honesty, huh? Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk......YOU!!!"

And, yes, I knew this was coming but not like this. What kind of fucked up school would deliver you a disciplinary notice on your sole day of celebration during the year? I know it wasn't intentional, obviously, but I still feel like I have to blame someone on this...or atleast something at the very least, if only to release my frustration over the whole situation. I was going to go home that day. I let the control of a majority of our apartment's guests pass over into the hands of others. All 5 of the people that I even signed in that day were perfectly well behaved (yes, I know I could only sign in 3). I didn't plug in those stupid lights that tipped off the RA. My music wasn't on to cause any noise disturbance (and when it was it was much earlier in the night it was quickly shut off ten seconds later because no one wanted it). I wasn't being loud. I wouldn't mind if I was disciplined if it was actually anything I had done but whatever. I need to man up. And I will. I wasn't exactly the most intelligent person by the end of the night anyway (duhhhhh, I'm 26 and here's someones bottle of Bacardi sitting in my freezer!!!), so I don't need anyone feeling guilty for me. In fact, DON'T. I'm just mad and want to fume. Nothing more, nothing less. I'd like to think this will mean nothing to me in a day or two...

But, anyway, happy fucking birthday to me, right? I'm 21 and with this day FINALLY arriving, I have no more major risks to take when it comes to college. I'm still drinking but now it can be done without any worries. I've stayed away from weed lately and have no intention of touching any other drugs anytime soon. I never had a pair of Christmas lights to put up anyway nor any other possible electrical hazardous device. I don't intend to steal, kill, or beat anyone. I may sky-dive, I may go bungee-jumping, but I'm NOT getting fucked by this college again. And just so you know....you're all on your own from here on in. Atleast when it comes to disciplinary situations. I've taken a strike for the team when I didn't have to and I would love to help on any other occasion. I'll obviously take a strike for my own actions but when it comes to my education and the risk of my future I will not be blamed for other people's ineptitude. Who the fuck is Pat anyway???

My birthday celebration is definitely not happening on such a shitty day. Instead it is fast approaching this Friday and I trust most of the people I consider to be my friends enough to know they won't do anything stupid. I have opted to stay in the apartment instead of going out to a bar with my 21+ friends. I hope this is a wise choice. Anyone that I know is welcome to come but if YOU choose to drink, if YOU choose to be loud, if YOU choose to defy a NEU rule you do so at your own risk. I will not defend you if you decide to bring or drink any alcohol...I never supplied it even if I did. Act semi-responsible, it worked for me for two plus years. Oh and if you answer a door and let someone in that I don't know and it ends up being an RA...I will hate you. Harsh? Probably. But simple.


That's all I have for this miserable day. Godspeed.

I got a job.


....about damn time too.

I'm gonna start "privatizing" my journal entries to 'friends only' just so I can be more expressive about things that aren't worth sharing with everyone. 'Friend me' if you haven't already because this is the last one for all of you to read. =)

Well, it seems I have something to write this week. And I wish I actually didn't since it all relates to how amazingly crappy this past week has been for me. First it started with last Monday, October 4th where I had the unfortunate requirement of following through on a letter that was hand-delivered to me over the weekend that required me to meet with Resnet OR lose my connection. Having met with them I had to have a sit down with some 40-something year old dude on the illegalities (that a word?) of p2p file sharing. Apparently I had downloaded approximately 25-30 GB and uploaded approx. 40 GB in the past few days meaning I was currently standing as one of the top 20 bandwidth users at NEU at the moment and that, my friend, was not a good thing. I got a speech about a kid who had thought he could outsmart the MPAA and who even worked at Resnet but eventually got busted for illegal filesharing and was fined $20,000, prompting him to use his college money and drop out to pay for his stupidity. Regardless I was warned not to p2p file share again, delete everything that relates to file sharing, or I would be back in the office again. And what do I do? I download like three TV shows and a couple of songs over the following weekend. Why? Because I can...and I'm dumb like that. Anyway, there are other things I could bitch about like the fact that I got loaded with homework and projects this last week, the fact that I am now getting sick and I just failed a quiz, the fact that my parents are going to California for Christmas vacation to help my brother settle in & leaving my vacation plans in purgatory at the moment but the other thing that really bugged me was getting written up on Saturday. 2 and a half years I've been here and I've only had a party broken up once by police because of a noise disturbance and even then they just kicked everyone out rather then get us in trouble. This year, we get broken up again but this time we have to deal with a bitchy RA. What really frustrates me is that I am sooo close to turning 21 to have this happen just 6 or 7 weeks shy of the legal drinking age blows. Plus, some people literally got there and hardly did anything to even warrant getting in trouble so it isn't even fair to them. I'm really hoping nothing comes out of this but, one things for sure, that obnoxious, loud Pat kid isn't coming to our place ever again (he was really annoying and no one even knew who he was). Anyway, even with 4 b-days coming up this weekend I plan on avoiding bigger gatherings then 7 or 8 people at my place for a while and even under those lesser circumstances it would most likely be for pregaming and going out. Don't get me wrong though, there was some good to come out of the weekend as well but more on that later I guess...

Well, I haven't posted on here in a while and I really have little reason to at the moment. But since my planned shower went awry (there's no hot water, AHHH!) I figured I'd do a quick write-up. About what? I dunno.


Lesse:

I saw 'Shaun of the Dead' yesterday and that movie kicked ass. See it. Apparently 'Eternal Sunshine...' kicks all sorts of arse too. I need to get on that.

I've decided to hold off on the MTV co-op internship for the following year to allow me to do a little course catch-up...and to enjoy this kick-ass single I'm currently living in (although my suitemates: Seth, Misha, and Mickey are still all good kids). Plus, I'll have more job alternatives in Cali too if I wait!

Although I'll never be a big fan of classes I probably have some of the easiest/coolest classes I'll probably ever encounter while in college. Two classes that watch movies in class every time and discusses them online. One class that studies news media bias and watches footage practically everytime. And a Spanish class that is easier then winning an armwrestling match against Gary Coleman, which is to say 'very'.

I realize I meet a lot of cool people when I cut off ties with certain 'negative influences'. Last half of the year was great and this year is even better. Next year? Who knows...

Speaking of friends. I think a good majority of my Laconia/Holderness ties have gone and went the way of the dodo bird (Ramon, Ezaak, etc...). I hear from a few of 'em here and there and it's fairly easy to pick up where I last left off with some but I guess this facebook.com thing I discovered today (thanks Misch) might help a bit. Regardless, I'm having a blast with the people I know here but there is such a thing as networking...

I need to update this profile pic with a goatee-less, less artsy version. Quick someone buy me a webcam!

I'm turning 21 in a little over 2 months and I'm already getting excited. I dunno why, since I can already drink, chill at a bar, or club more but since I'm only making use of only one of those 3 advantages I'm hoping when I'm legal I'll be more open to doing a lot more.

Umm, I need a job. I got a callback yesterday and it turned out it was from the Actor/Model training 'camp' that Rich and I had signed up for just for the sake of it. Hoping things pick up in October because that's when they said they would call. You know of anything good though feel free to lemme know. Oh, and yeah, I passed on the training studio...

Family Guy is coming back next year and Conan is taking over the Tonight Show throne in 2009? Comedy isn't dead yet, folks!

No, I'm not dead. I've just kinda forgot about this site for a month or so. I'm in NH right now relaxing and recouping and will likely remain here until the 6th of September. Maybe I'll have something more to post by then but for now all I can say is that as soon as I moved back in to West Village A last Wednesday I had the extreme urge to party and drink again. It's like some strange voodoo hoo-hah that St. Stephens was definitely lacking.

Ahhh, so good to be (almost) back.

My last post was in the beginning of July and was a one word tribute to the passing of Marlon Brando so I figured a new post was well overdue. Unfortunately, with July down to it's last 11 days this month has been far from exciting. With summer more then halway over, looking back on my goals for the summer, I think I have only half-heartedly achived what I wanted. On the positive side, 4th of July and yesterday withstanding, I have managed to avoid drinking (with the exception of that one time at the Red Sox tavern) or getting high since the tail end of April. And I am quite proud of my ability to hold back considering just a few mere months ago I would willingly chug down beers and/or take down vodka shots on a Tuesday afternoon while casually watching TV (not all the time but I did do it on occasion). Anyway, you'd think that would mean that I'm in fantastic shape but I don't see any big difference. I'm going to the gym semi-consistently and taking some pills daily that I THINK are supposed to be good for me (way to do some research on that, Kunal) and I'm eating a lot more fruits, vegetables, yogurts then I usually was back in my sophomore year (i.e. more then zero). So as far as my overall health is concerned I guess I'm doing ok, I just wish the results were a bit more visible.

With classes from session 2 also reaching the halfway point this summer, my interest in TV studio production is gradually growing as I gain more experience. I thought I'd suck as a director, or a switcher, or an FD, etc., etc., but I've managed to hold my own and, if I play my cards right, perhaps I can one day become the next M. Night Shamalamaradama...erm...that "Sixth Sense" guy or at the very least Joel "Bat nipples" Shumacher. I still have a long ways to go but in the process of learning to create a 30-second commercial for my TV studio class, I at least know that I rightly picked the career path that I want to be involved in. I wish there was more money involved but I guess I should accept where I am at for now and go from there. My World History Since 1945 class on the other hand is excrutiatingly boring and I ended up buying a bunch of movies that I have to watch for the class just so I wouldn't have to sit in the library media center for 12 hours watching documentaries and french films all day. I have a paper due tomorrow that I haven't touched mostly because even after reading the question I'm supposed to answer I still don't understand. It's also 3:32 in the afternoon as I write this part of the journal and I had my world history class at 3:20 today so you can see how dedicated I am to my higher learning.

Other random things that have filled out these past few weeks include the fact that my brother, Tarun, is finally making the big move over to California. Not a big change for me personally it may seem, but for 5 or 6 years now I've always been used to having my brothers in New York City. It was a given. My parents were in Laconia, brothers in NYC. Simple as that. But in search of improving on his stand-up comedy career, Tarun figures (and correctly so) that California is probably a good place to expand on his resume. And although NYC should have had similar opportunities for him, working at A&E was leaving him on a dead end road. He's got a new agent, a new location, and an entirely different experience ahead of him. He's kind of facing a similar scenario to that new Friends spin-off, Joey, and pretending I didn't just make a dumb comparison to a spin-off show, all I can say is that I obviously wish him big success and great things in his future. Yet how this relates to me is quite simple really. Tarun's move leaves Neil living in that apartment on Jane Street all by himself and you know I'm just waiting in the sidelines to take up the empty space left by Tarun. Not for too long right now but it certainly allows me to take up residence there for the upcoming 6 month co-op period in 2005. I'm thinking applications for MTV, CBS, and NBC should be going out sooner rather then later and from there I can only hope and pray.

My fall semester still lies in the semi-immiedaite future, however, and I'm also looking forward to that move. A single dorm room would be just the break I need after living with Seth for two years now. He'll be like two feet away in a double anyway so it won't be that big of a change. Yep, him and Mischa Baurmeister or something like that. And Mickey will be there too of course. All I'm concerend about is having a space that is comprised of something larger then one room and one tiny hallway and not much else. Dishwashers are also a blessing from above and I have truly undervalued it's existence. Classes are a given for the fall too and they seem to be scheduled for all day, everyday, on the weekdays and certainly something that I'm hoping goes by quick. Partying shall resume once September strikes too I assure you. Perhaps not always at my place as I had grown accustomed to during the last half of this past school year but I will get my drink on whenever and wherever, that I can guarantee.

I think that's more then enough for me to reflect on for now. I plan on heading in to NH sometime in mid-August for the two week gap from summer classes to fall classes. I made promises or claims that I would get in touch with old friends that I hadn't seen in some time and I hope to get that opportunity before the summer comes to a close once and for all. Still don't intend to do anything too wild but I guess I'll just have to wait and see...

STELLLLAAAAAAA!!!!!!

 

                                                                                         
                                                                                                              Pirates of the Caribbean!

                                                                                       What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Ok, now that I've got that pointless and inaccurate quiz out of the way, here are some equally pointless random thoughts based on my finished co-op, the new classes I've started for the summer, and other things in general from the past week::

 - Now co-op was 10 to 6, 5 days a week, and was an hour away by T but I got away with slacking off, had no homework assignments, could surf the Internet or IM people when I was bored and I could take lunch and breakfast breaks whenever I wanted. Classes, on the otherhand, are only 8 to 11:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays and 3:20 to 5 Mondays to Thursdays meaning a lot more free time and no Friday courses, plus they are 5 minutes away in terms of walking distance. BUT there are numerous outside group and individual projects, strict attendance, I can't bring food (and no drinks either for my TV studio class) and a LOT of reading and work to bring home. So I'm having trouble deciding which is the lesser of two evils between my last co-op and my current classes. They both seem to suck for the most part.

- There are three different ways on how I rate my teachers:

1.) Cool teachers: let students out of class early...or cancels classes altogether on a semi-regular basis. Or another alternative is they just don't take attendance and are easy graders.

2.) Average teachers: insist on using every minute of class time even when they don't have enough material to discuss. Takes attendance but gives easy or inconsistent homework assignments.

3.) Crappy teachers: Go over the class's alotted time and is real hardcore when it comes to attendance and tardiness. And/or give out too much work and fail you with one or two slip-ups.

...Right now, my two teachers fall under category 3 (perhaps one teacher is sort of a 2, I haven't decided yet).

- My World History teacher reminds me of a cross between that guy who played Booger in "Revenge of the Nerds" and the ever-sarcastic Dennis Miller.  

 
                                             +       = my teacher

- My TV Production teacher deceptively reminds me of someone who should be in the "cool teacher" category but in actuality is under the "crappy teacher" one instead...for now at least (being first impressions and all).

- I had a teacher my freshman year that didn't speak English very well and who gave me an "A" even though I only showed up for class once or twice the entire semester. I also had an old stuttering science teacher dude whose quizzes and tests I constantly bombed yet still gave me a "B " in the end. Why can't I have more quality teachers like that?  Or like the teacher below?  Yay multiplication country!

                                                                                               

- No matter how much I eat or how much I sleep as soon as I sit down for a class it seems I become really hungry and really, really sleepy. I had 9 hours of sleep today and I yawned like 50 times in my World History class this afternoon. I must have a disease.

- Yesterday I ran into or saw Dave, Rajat, one of Mickey's friends, Amanda French, psycho John, Ramin, that fat Arabian girl, three people I know from my Comm. major, Xander (who fortunately doesn't recognize me), the girl who sat in the RA office sometimes in Loftman and Leslie Pasternack. For a school as big as this I shouldn't have seen most of them and in some instances I didn't want to.

- My Mom's a real sweetheart but she can be unwittingly deceptive sometimes and now I'm pissed off and my 4th of July weekend might be in shambles.

- Pre-planned ideas don't seem to work with me so I'm tired of making them.

- A powerbar and an apple do not a good dinner make.

- Running on a threadmill in the gym isn't as fun as running around Shore Drive and Holman Street, especially when it's so nice out.

                                                                                               

- I'm so glad I didn't end up moving out of St. Stephens for the second part of the summer. Getting to an 8 am class on time is hard enough as it is from where I am now.

 - On that note, I think I might remain on campus until I graduate...for the sake of convenience and laziness. - Attending classes brings out the best in me in some ways, I actually involve myself in reading for example.

- From my limited experience, Northeastern (or is it just Boston) has the best looking girls around as far as I'm concerned.

- I'm not a middler yet? Apparently that doesn't happen until September 1st.

                                                                                                        The End.

Yes, I know my subject line is corny but am I the only one getting irritated with all the new changes being made with the Ts nowadays?

Correct me if I'm wrong but I've now heard we can't carry anything larger then the size of a loaf of bread on the orange line and the Lechmere and Science Museum stops on the green line have been completely discontinued! Apparently the carry-on policy is added security in light of all the recent terrorism attacks abroad, which is understandable, but why can't I go to the Cambridge Side Galleria the cheap and easy way? Screw taking a bus; considering we just recently raised the T price from $1 to a $1.25, limiting where we go and how much we carry kinda irks me. Couldn't they have done all this after I finished college here in Boston? All I know is that I'm glad they at least waited until after I finished my co-op near Harvard to make these orange line policy changes and if they make these same kind of changes on the green and red lines (all though I doubt it cause big luggage is a must for south station) then there's gonna be hell to pay!

...Well, no. Not really.

I'll be really pissed though.

Hopefully, what I've heard is wrong. Anybody else heard news on this? Is there something I don't know!? Am I the only one bothered by this?!? Am I asking too many questions?!?!?

Blah!

...Stupid terrorists.

Went to Las Pinatas on Thursday night before heading back to Boston on Friday. Hadn't been there in 13 years because my parents always claimed their food wasn't that good. Man, were they wrong. I loved it and plan on going there more often. Strangely enough Larissa was working the bar and Ken Cheng(!) was a waiter there too. Now Larissa I can sort of understand since her dad is the owner but, wow, Ken, I remember Neil working there when he was in high school but, c'mon Ken, you're 29. Just like typical Ken, he dropped his tray and broke some dishes while I was there too. He's always been a weird dude but I feel bad for him and hope things get better so he doesn't get stuck in Laconia for life. Mr. Lazama was naturally also there. He got me mixed up with Tarun and said we should play tennis some time and then shared some stories about motorcycle week in his broken English which I couldn't quite make out. As I left I found out Vanessa is in Boston too and Larissa said she'd pass on her info to me. Dunno why as I hardly know her but nice of Larissa just the same.

So I'm heading back to NH for a few days. The 'rents are coming back from their second property hunt down in Florida and are picking me up on the way from Logan. I dunno why I spent the coolest weekend to be at Laconia by going back to Boston but I got some gym time in and updated my resume. Oh well, plenty more motorcycle weeks in the years to come. I wanna go back and pick up some new clothes and prolly get a haircut and type up a few more articles for blackcircle. Not much else new, I'll be back in Boston on Wednesday or Thursday so I can schedule some meetings and prep for July classes, so until next time...

Since I've finally learned how to post pictures (thanks Amy, u rock), I can make my journal a little more exciting. Now all I need is a better "picture taker" than my stupid webcam at home in Laconia. I've taken photo class pefore so I know these pictures are poor quality but these are the best I can do (or care to do) right now. For the record, I also have a much smaller sized Sagitarrius arrow on my other arm because, um, I'm a Sagitarrius.


This is Polynesian or Samoan inspired but is custom designed by me and follows no specific guidelines so it's "Kunalian" and, to keep it simple, is basically symbolic of me and those closest to me.


Just so you get an idea of where exactly it is in comparison to the rest of me.

OW!!! Sunava bitch. Another 4 hours in the parlor chair today. Finally finished, prolly finished for good even (maybe I got one more tiny one in me). Totalled 9 hours just for this one altogether, glad I kept it all black or I prolly woulda been pushing 20 hours. Sitting there is something I wasn't looking forward to especially when Bonnie insists on making idle chit chat when shes constantly digging into my flesh. But man, getting your arms tattooed is nothing, shoulders hurt a bit more but my back close to my under arm was the most tender. Just thought I'd share, I'd make a profile pic since I still am clueless on posting pics on the page itself but all you'd see is me with bloody bandages covering up a good portion of my right shoulder. So now that I'm done, I can stop with all the tattoo talk. Relief for you and me...

Well, since I'm home I figured I could finally show you my hair (via a profile pic). I'm kinda underwhelmed by it now, either because I'm just bored with it or because my black hairs grown out in the past two, two and a half weeks, and/or it isn't as defined as it once was but, as you can see (or not see), the pic shows what little redness I have left. Oh and also the lighting and the poor picture qualtiy makes it even harder to see anything. Oh well, maybe now I can go and dye it dirty white.

Finally finished the rest of my tattoo design and went to the parlor yesterday to schedule an appointment with Bonnie. Meredith had some frickin' traffic thanks to the start of motorcycle week. Got the appointment down for 1 pm tomorrow. The tattoo lady's daughter kept staring and smiling like she did the last time I went there. Stared at Neil just as much when he came with me last time too so either she hasn't seen Indian people before or she has a thing for 'em or maybe I just read too deep into things. Prolly the latter but it reminded me of my experiences with the spanish tuna sandwich ladies at the cafeteria. Buks knows what I'm talking about. I dunno. Not the point. Anyway, tattoos. Dunno why I do this stuff. I'm prolly an idiot and will be smacking myself in the head when I'm 70 but...you only live once, right? So why not do reckless and pointless stuff for the sake of it so long as it makes you happy and it doesn't hurt others? Makes sense to me. The End.