getting your hair cut is always somewhat of a risky activity, and usually i've been pretty lucky with them. i tend to leave the hair salon feeling pretty good about the new hairdo. well... i guess i ran out of luck last night.

my hair was getting way too long, so i decided to go get it cut after work yesterday. there is a place called 'Dramatics' right next to where i live; they offer pretty cheap rates for their haircuts compared to the rest of NYC (starting at $35 for long hair). well, needless to say, i am not happy with my haircut. firstly, it's a lot shorter than i wanted it. secondly, i told her i wanted two layers (instead of the three i already had), but now it looks like... there are NO layers?! thirdly, when i pull my hair to the front i can distinctly tell that both sides are not of the same exact length because one side hangs a little lower than the other. $#@$#@!

wtf, indeed. i can't stop thinking about how much i hate the way my hair looks like right now. i miss my longer hair. i miss my beautiful layers. the ONLY thing that looks good with this new haircut is the way she cut my side-angled bangs. but i can't stop thinking about how the rest of it is such a mess. i can't even focus on work because this is bugging me so much! i have to get it fixed. there's a hair salon in our office building... maybe i'll go to it after work and just get them to put in another layer, and fix the ends so they are at the same freakin' length.

it sucks i have to spend more money now fixing the mistakes of a new haircut. also, i wanted to look good this weekend for my trip to CT, and now my hair is all messed up. boo. :(

why are girls so obsessed with hooking up with guys when they go out? you would think the guys are usually the desperate ones, but with the number of girls i see throwing themselves onto any penis that will buy them a drink is making me think twice. and i don't know if this particularly accurate, but the women in new york city seem especially lonely and horny and therefore, slutty. every single girl friend i've made here so far is primarily concerned with hooking up with guys. they don't even go out to enjoy the drinks, or the bars/lounges/clubs, or the company of their girlfriends. instead, they USE the company of their girlfriends and the party environment to find a tongue to stick down their throat. and ANY tongue will do. they're not even picky about it! that's everything it comes down to. at the end of the night if they haven't found someone of the male species to hump as yet, they declare the night a failure. wtf?

THIS is the exact reason why i can never be good friends with these girls. we go out with completely different expectations for the night. sure, i'm not gonna lie, it would be great to meet a cute guy and have some fun, but that's not the sole purpose of me wanting to go out and party. if anything, that would be a pleasant bonus. (well, granted the guy is worth my attention, since most of the guys out there are total sleazes, who will be happy with any pair of tits and ass).

i just can't picture these girls becoming my friends. i go out with them, we explore the city together, but sadly enough, it is just not gonna progress beyond that. we don't have the same mindset, and we're definitely NOT on the same wavelength. oh well.

3.5 days until divya gets here! can you tell how desperately i'm waiting for her company?? it's gonna make everything a THOUSAND times better. :D

this is for all the dumbasses who ride the trains during rush hour in new york city and have no train etiquette:

firstly, we are ALL waiting for the train on the platform. it's already incredibly uncomfortable with how packed it is, so we don't need you pushing and shoving to get RIGHT IN FRONT of everyone else. when i see people like yourself squeezing to the front, stepping on people's toes and bumping into their bags, just so you can get a little fuckin closer to the edge of the platform, i am tempted to shove your annoying self right onto the tracks! you wanted to get closer to the train, didn't you? secondly, when the doors open, DON'T WORRY, we will all get in. eventually. you don't NEED to be the first one in when the doors open for the world to spin on its axis. trust me, you can let a few people in before you; it won't kill you. and once you're inside, please fuckin MOVE inside! don't stand right by the door. if you recall (and you probably don't with that pea-sized brain of yours), there WERE other people waiting to get on after you. you blocking everyone with your fat ass right in front of the door is, um, annoying?! once the train starts moving, please try and hold onto something. it DOES NOT make you look cool when you try and balance yourself on a moving train without holding anything and then everytime it lurches, YOU launch yourself on top of us. we REALLY could use a little less intimacy here. speaking of that, ever heard of something called 'personal space'? you know you're in my bubble when i can smell the scrambled eggs you had for breakfast this morning. so please, step back. no one asked you to squeeze yourself in that desperately; you do know they have more than one train running on the same track, yes? and you do know they actually come in intervals of 10 mins max during rush hour? so if you had waited 10 mins and NOT pushed your lard ass into this train, EVERYONE would have had a much better morning and wouldn't have smelt like eggs on their way to work.

um, so... it's my stop. i need to get out. could you maybe MOVE? you standing right in front of the door like a stone statue is not helping the situation. i understand perfectly well you want to 'save your spot', but when your spot is right in front of the fuckin door, you MOVE. and trust my luck, when i get out, i will bump into another version of you, just as annoying, but on the other extreme, who is all about 'stopping and smelling the roses', even in a crowded, subway station in NYC. you are walking at such a snail's pace that even snails would be offended i used that analogy right there. maybe the subway station is fascinating to you at 8am and you want to enjoy your, uh, experience, by STROLLING thru it... but some of us have to get to work, and some of us don't want to spend more than 10 mins of our commute 'taking in the *cough* beauty' of the subway station, thankyouverymuch.

p.s - of course it doesn't help you are also the size of an obese TRUCK, so no matter where i go, left or right, i can't pass you. hell, i can't even SEE past you. so i'm stuck. GREAT. and as i'm taking my lovely stroll behind your fat ass, i'm thinking, "yet another lovely morning in new york city..."

friday night was a lotta fun. :) first a couple of my girlfriends and i met up at Taj to have a few drinks and scope out the desi men. it was slightly amusing because a lot of people had come in various costumes (you know, halloween and all). the desi potential in there was unfortunately limited, but there were a couple of cuties. my friend was especially interested in going up to one of them, but that never happened. unlike a lot of other people, i don't go to bars and lounges to find guys to hook up with. i go there because i genuinely enjoy the atmosphere, enjoy checking out different places, enjoy having a few drinks with my friends, enjoy dancing, and yes, to a certain extent, enjoy feeling pretty and checking out other pretty people too. it's not about finding a guy to take home with me for the night. anyway! i finally got a call from my other friends who were gonna meet us at 40/40 around 12 so we headed there. it's just about 6 blocks away from Taj, but it sure sucks to walk that in the pouring rain! we did eventually get in, and i think this is when i started to have more fun. i really liked 40/40! it was very different from what i expected. considering it's Jay-Z's nightclub and whatever, i expected it to be very snazzy and like ashwini said in a comment earlier, "ghetto-fab", etc. but it really wasn't. it was very casual and chill, and yet had an element of snazziness because of all the flat-screen tvs suspended in the air and the leather couches and whatever. i really liked it. we stayed there till around 3.30, drinking, dancing, chilling... good times. :)

yesterday was the complete opposite of friday night. i met up with my friend in brooklyn. him and i were gonna go to the aquarium by coney island (i have a slight obsession with aquariums...) but we both woke up late due to our friday night adventures, and so, by the time we met up we didn't have enough time to get to the aquarium and back and still have time to check it out. so instead we explored some parts of prospect park together. it was very interesting because ... firstly, i have never been to prospect park before and it was gorgeous (especially with the leaves and all their different colors), and secondly, the weather was extremely schizophrenic, one second sunny and not too cold, and the next second pouring and windy and cold as hell! the clouds kept drifting in and out, in and out. definitely a strange day to be outside. but the both of us kinda enjoyed the adventure of being out in it i think. haha. then we went back to his apartment, warmed up inside, played with his kitty (she is so cute), and then went back out to get dinner at this thai restaurant 'Lemongrass' - it was SO YUMMY! then again, you all know how much i love thai food. i could eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. okay, maybe not breakfast, because that would be a little ... weird. but yeah, a fun chill saturday!

and today ... i have a lot of laundry to do. ugh. i still hate the concept of going to the laundromat to do my laundry. it's just so different from anything i've been used to. at the expense of sounding like a brat (which i'm really not, i swear), i've always had someone do my laundry before when i was home, and then in college i lived in places that had laundry IN the building. and now here, in manhattan, i have to walk outside with my laundry hamper, two blocks over to the laundromat (yeah, i guess it could be worse), and do my laundry with others IN PUBLIC. i just can't seem to get used to it.

also, i need to do some more studying for the GREs, so i might go to 'DT/UT' to do that. it's my favorite coffee place here in the upper east. it reminds me so much of 'central perk' from FRIENDS! i know, i know, it's cheesy, but i really like it there. i used to study at starbucks whenever i wanted to get out of my apt and was craving a coffee, but now i started going to 'DT/UT' and i love it there. very good coffeee and lots of yummy dessert-y things. hehe. they also offer free wireless internet! can't go wrong, right?

the week has flown by! i can't believe it's friday already. i AM thankful it's the weekend though. it was a really boring week at work, as you can tell from my earlier entry. the weekend is the only thing that gives a break to the mundane routine.

so, i feel very nomadic at work. i'm still here as a temp (until they figure out the visa situation) and since i'm not an 'official' employee, i don't have my own 'official' cubicle or computer or log-in name or email address, etc. so what ends up happening is them moving me around. from cubicle to cubicle. from computer to computer. the last two and a half weeks i was actually at one cubicle and at one computer and i was starting to feel a little settled in ... but this morning one of my bosses comes up to me and tells me a new employee is coming in on monday and they need this cubicle for her. they have to set up the computer for her, the phone line, and so on. he told me to move to one of the other co-workers cubicle for now because she's not in today. and then next week, one of the guys will be out, and i will use his desk. obviously i have to do whatever they tell me to do, but it sucks to feel so ... nomadic. i can't think of another word that explains my situation better. i always have to be ready to pack up and move somewhere else. ironic how it's the story of my life no matter what context, eh? so yeah, i'm a little cranky about this.

anyway, whatever. it's the weekend! i plan to have a craaazy night out tonight with some friends. we might go to 40/40, jay-z's nightclub. and some around places around that area. all i know is, i want to have an obscene amount of ridiculous fun tonight with the alcohol and the boys, because i haven't really let loose in awhile. i've been a good girl for so long i don't ever remembering being silly and spontaneous! i need to cause some drama tonight. ;)

i attract a lot of attention from african-american males. i'm sure most girls do on a regular basis, but for some reason i feel like i get more than my share of it. i figured a lot of it is probably because i'm of a darker complexion and they might find that more attractive perhaps. i've even had one of them tell me "oh baby, you're the best looking black girl i've seen all my life! i never knew they could look so good!" and it's like ... uh, i'm not black. sorry to disappoint. i'm actually indian. yes, south indian. yes, that makes me darker than most indians. but nevertheless, i am indian. (sometimes i find even indians have trouble accepting this, but not to digress.)

i know from experience a lot of these guys like to call out to girls who walk by, whistle at them, give out sleazy smiles, yell out obscenities in some cases, and most of the time i'm pretty comfortable with ignoring it and walking on by. i used to do that all the time. but they seem a lot worse here in new york city. they just seem more 'in your face'. like, on friday night, on my way to my friend's apartment in brooklyn, i passed these two african-american guys on the street. i was just minding my own business and walking even though i knew they were looking at me and saying things. so, right as i walk by, one of them says "hey honey" or something to that effect, and i didn't respond to that, and kept walking. immediately he yells out right after i passed them, "what, you think you're too good for me? you afraid coz i'm black? look at you - you're black too!" and it's just ... uncomfortable.

it's a lose-lose situation. if you actually respond to them and say hi back for the sake of being civil, they think you wanna hump them. if you don't response and keep walking, they think you're a prude and a tease and a racist and whatever else they can think of. i mean, honestly, i think my response to this kind of behavior would be the same if the guy was black or white or yellow or brown or purple or green! isn't all of this just plain ridiculous? can a girl not walk around the city without this type of constant subtle harassment? and a lot of the times, it isn't even subtle. but it definitely is constant.

sigh. just a rant.