My boyfriend went to New Orleans 2 weeks ago. I envy his opportunity to get out of this boring, corn infested town. Look outside my apartment window, and you'll see fields of corn, miles and miles of corn. Its exciting living in Dekalb if you enjoy husking.
Anyway, Paul told me about his adventures of New Orleans. He told me how he went to a well known Voodoo Priestess and how she invited him and his friends to a voodoo type prayer. Paul was interested, but his friends were freaked out. I asked Paul, after telling me this, why couldn't they just observe, see what was going on. Obviously I know nothing of the Voodoo rituals. If they wanted to see the prayer, they would have to be a part of it.
I want to go to New Orleans someday, but not for Mardi Gras, I want to see some of the shops in the French Quarter. Wasn't this where the setting of Gangs of New York took place? Yes, I wanna go there. There is one shop in the French Quarters I would like to see. It's the 824 Royal Street shop. They have the most amazing smelling perfume, and I can't stop sniffing it, and spraying it on my hand. Once I get a chance, I'll post up the history of the Hove Shop. Paul bought one of the 2 ounce bottles of perfume at the Hove shop for me, and out of all my dozen bottles of sprays, this one is by far, my favorite.
The smell makes me happy.
Yes...I'm going to go smell my perfume again
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Dab on some of that Old World Perfume
A Sikh wedding
I came across this post in a Rate Desi Forum (do me a favor, and never join this forum, its filled with idiotic immature individuals who have nothing better to do than increase their social status by putting other people down.) Anyway, I saw a video, a Sikh wedding video, and more than ever, I yearned for my wedding to be like that. No, I'm not Sikh, but anything that resembles an Indian wedding would be fine with me. (Yes I'm Indian) Anyway, here is the video, I love the song and am going to see the movie that has this song (Guru) Tuesday once I get it from Blockbuster.
Struggling thoughts of an unmotivated mind.
I feel unmotivated and unmoved. My back hurts, probably because I’ve been sleeping in the same hunched back position all night. I’ve slowly, but surely and steadily messed up my sleeping schedule. I am now function on Indian standard time, sleeping during day, living through the night. I can’t help it, I’m a night person. I woke up mid afternoon only to have the annoying sun blind me in my eyes. Even shutting the blinds didn’t help. The rays still found a way to sneak through the cracks.
I’m currently not enrolled in college, and it currently stinks. 23, with 125 college credits on her transcript, I still am unsure of my future. I’m struggling to get an independent status since I’m not yet 24. My request got denied solely on the basis that I could not have employers write my letter on my behalf, it had to be close friends or relatives. Isn’t that biased? That’s not what the folks at financial aid services thought. If my request doesn’t go through, that means I can’t finish school until September of 2009. There is no way, I’ve been in school far too long.
I also struggle to pay bills while looking for a job. I’m thinking of selling off some of my stuff I haven’t used. I have a pair of shorts, from Rue 21, never used. I bought it for 20 bucks. I hope I can return it. I figured food is more important than short shorts.
