tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57475302009-07-16T17:41:10.146-04:00One stop for insanity. <br br> "If life gives you lemons, squeeze the juice into a water gun and squirt people in the eyes with it."<br br> - This deep thought brought to you from Nina's subconscious.Nina K.noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-8273900574126549552009-07-15T20:00:00.004-04:002009-07-15T20:09:34.620-04:00

So I've been kind of lying low and not really updating due to laziness and partly due to my flea-sized attention span that makes me lose interest in events to write about five minutes after they happen. But, I've ending my hiatus out of an obligation to warn the movie-going public at large about Outsourced.You see, I've been a movie addict since I was little and in that time, I think I've

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-26152022585907169942009-05-13T19:35:00.003-04:002009-05-24T10:36:24.650-04:00

the start of a terrible joke? Or the first instance I actually call someone "Limp Dick" in public?The latter I'm afraid. I'm back from my blog hiatus to add to my growing file of public imbecility...I'm on my way to the gym and waiting for the Orange Line train at Green St, paging distractedly through a copy of the Dig ( a weekly in Boston with exactly two interesting sections). All of a sudden,

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-17734696255688501962008-05-27T19:00:00.001-04:002008-05-27T21:56:30.430-04:00

Another "vacation" in Cupertino...spent working at Santa's Slave Pit aka Baskin Robbins.I'm only home a couple weeks out of the year, and so I don't mind helping out my parents. My mom is in BR 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, and she's in her sixties. I really think she deserves a break...but the longer I'm at the store, the more I feel myself undergoing the transformation Jack Nicholson did in

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-73160070377243805052008-03-18T23:02:00.001-04:002008-03-18T23:17:39.161-04:00

I'm lousy at updating this thing...and it's not even for lack of things to comment on. It's just that it's all so classified I feel like I'd need some multi-layered blog security system and a mask on to be able to "confess my sins" so to speak. I wish I could go back to the time I thought no one I knew would ever read this (as opposed to the 3 people that read it now) Anyway, read on faithful

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-16923167771435021522007-12-20T21:25:00.000-05:002007-12-20T23:08:51.471-05:00

Yes, it's around the holidays and I was going to write about finals..and law school. But no...SCREW all that. I have one pressing issue that is going to drive me to the nut house. My lovely closet-sized room in Boston has MICE. I'm happy to say, I have very few phobias, but VERMIN running across my room makes me want to let out a high pitched girlish squeal and throw myself out the window. I

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-2922466515065307072007-11-25T20:12:00.000-05:002007-11-25T20:12:43.460-05:00

13 hours working on this goddamn legal memo, and what do I have to show for it? A painful fucking migraine.I've come to the decision that I NEVER would've hacked it as an English major; writing under deadlines, especially when it's something as stupid as this, is impossible. Here's the fun hypothetical we're operating under: "Pretend you're some hot shot attorney's office bitch...go do his grunt

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-36965461713883522332007-09-19T00:19:00.000-04:002007-09-19T00:19:38.165-04:00

I've been in Boston a few weeks, living in Jamaica Plain (JP) and slowly being inducted into the 1L cult. 1L for all you innocents out there, means first year law student.... I'll dispense with some of the cliches about constant studying, the stress, etc. Frankly, it's only the first month and I'm still not really sure what the hell I'm dealing with. Initial impressions... Yes, I feel like

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-48452195631538877392007-07-31T16:39:00.000-04:002007-07-31T16:39:18.843-04:00

Back to the old blog...after a 5 month hiatus. It's pretty sad that I only update this thing when I'm really bored and having nothing particularly interesting to say...it'll probably reflect in this entry. But my avid readership won't mind right (crickets chirp in background)? Also lamentably, I appear to be becoming more like my INTP friends and less prone to reveal things of a personal nature

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-36702622612436805852007-02-09T23:45:00.000-05:002007-02-10T02:45:00.370-05:00

I'm in far better spirits, I'm happy to report, so this post might contain far less bitching than usual (Cletus from the Bible belt who reads my blog can breathe a sigh of relief.)What a wierd month this has been. So, I've been working nonstop at BR, which I realize has helped me procrastinate less than I normally would if I, like most normal people who take a year off, have an endless expanse of

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-64881701147745515532007-02-04T18:04:00.000-05:002007-02-07T15:24:36.112-05:00

Okay...I've turned into a complete psycho over the past week (not a surprise to some people...). I've tried that whole sitting on my laurels and patiently waiting thing... but it ain't working! I've been spending all my free time stalking the law school forums weaving badly written hypotheticals about the chances of an Indian girl from Cali with an undisclosed gpa/lsat getting into a certain

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-89474045439479741252006-12-31T19:47:00.000-05:002007-01-03T00:38:56.403-05:00

So I recently saw Rocky VI, and despite the fact that Sly Stallone is ...well.. old, he still kicked ass. And it inspired me, it really did. Enough to do something really crazy. From Jan 1st to Feb.5th I'm going to jump on that New Years resolution bandwagon and do a hard-core, Rocky diet and exercise program...just to prove to myself that I'm not as weak-willed as everyone in my family thinks I

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1165460226148486332006-12-06T20:45:00.000-05:002006-12-16T22:33:13.190-05:00

Wait for it!...Here comes the usual apology for not maintaining contact with the outside world (or rather the internet world....which is even sadder I suppose)...but really, I think I've figured out why I can't really seem to buckle down and write something. I am incredibly bored at home. I saw this coming a mile away when I graduated back in April, in fact that's probably why I waited till

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1159750652417878992006-10-01T20:26:00.000-04:002006-10-08T00:41:39.656-04:00

Pre-law kids are a frightening bunch. Some might say I judged pre-med students harshly, but after spending an hour in the registration line at the LSATs, I've come to the conclusion maybe anyone headed to chain themselves to years of thankless study is a little nuts to begin with. Despite the fact that LSAT study time filled whatever little spare time I had...I'm not really sure what to say

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1152816937627491882006-07-13T14:44:00.000-04:002006-07-13T18:27:43.970-04:00

Ah, so finally the horrific realities of post-graduation life set in. Outside of mom's homecooked food (that's right, screw you mac'n'cheese) and the joy of being able to brush one's teeth with a light on, being at home is sort of a "misery transfer." A cruel seductive image of a cozy pad and free food....in exchange for basically your soul. Holy shit is it difficult to find a job. I've been home

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1151779734931066022006-07-01T14:33:00.000-04:002006-07-03T21:09:14.636-04:00

Yes, it has been awhile since I've penned an entry, for which I blame this strangling, oppressive heat-wave that has transformed my house into an intelligent-thought obliterating inferno. My room gets double kudos for proving that a fan turned on "high" and an open window do nothing, read... NOTHING to ease the pain of an air-conditioner less existence. But still, it's a huge step up from my

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1145399081391264112006-04-18T18:09:00.000-04:002006-04-18T19:16:45.893-04:00

So, I was always struck how when I meet a fellow Indian (a rarity nowadays), there's really nothing we have in common except a wry, self-deprecating outlook on what it means to be Desi. Okay, now after the initial moments of uncomfortable standing around, the Desi jokes inevitably start. I remember from my childhood in Santa Rosa aka Land of White Suburbia (as opposed to where I live now (Asian

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1144206569326536502006-04-04T23:09:00.000-04:002006-04-04T23:44:29.773-04:00

    So, I've finally done it...I've managed to destroy my Sony mp3-disk player. And instead of mocking me for dedicating an entire blog entry to my loss and feelings of abandonment, you all should be thanking me for providing...well, okay...I can't really admit to any moral lessons in my tale of woe. Although if you, for some bizarre reason, can find one despite my best efforts, kudos to you.

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1142129840054819392006-03-11T21:03:00.000-05:002006-03-12T13:25:07.583-05:00

Ah, for months I've let my poor blog lay fallow... no topic seemed worth exploring, each and every rant that my fevered brain produced would disappear within minutes, and god only knows how many times I've squelched the urge to indulge in the usual "Jesus fucking christ, my classes are killing me!" diatribe. But ahh...today, I return, prepared to communicate the sheer weirdness of a conversation

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1139626153122914022006-02-10T20:14:00.000-05:002006-02-10T22:00:51.593-05:00

So, I haven't written in awhile...and it isn't because of laziness (at this point, the best reason for leaving a blog fallow), or even the absence of things to talk about. Rather...I've been simply unable to come up with an entry that places where I am right now, something all-encompassing that perfectly encapsulates my mental restlessness and confusion. Whoa. Yes, when did these high blog entry

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1134678139643267742005-12-15T15:22:00.000-05:002005-12-15T15:30:29.840-05:00

     Why the hell am I updating this blog when I’m in the middle of finals hell, less than 48 hours away from getting totally owned by Vertebrate Morphology? Because I’m crazy, hormonal, burned out, and I cease to find it odd anymore to crawl out of bed at 3pm because I spent an obscene amount of time writing a nonsensical blog entry, when I should be out there salvaging what’s left of my

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1134237018117594522005-12-10T12:08:00.000-05:002005-12-10T14:16:52.680-05:00

Here's some background to get you guys prepared for all the laughing to come (original article found here)The sensational 13 year old neo-nazi twins Lynx and Lamb (and no.. I'm not making these names up)are thankfully inviting criticism from several unlikely sources, and not just for their poppy racist ballads that have all the subtlety of a stripper twirling around a pole, their eerie

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1133905928337652302005-12-06T16:27:00.000-05:002005-12-06T16:52:08.406-05:00

A series of quizzes from blogthings.com... I had a good laugh over these... You Are Somewhat MachiavellianYou're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!How Machiavellian Are You?Your Inner Child Is

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1133851180039290312005-12-06T02:10:00.000-05:002005-12-06T02:13:53.463-05:00

So, with the advent of cqcounter.com, poor humble bloggers such as myself can not only keep track of how many stalkers cough, excuse me, people are checking their site, but also their location, what they typed into the search engine, how many times they refresh the page….and other equally creepy factoids.What have I learned since I first registered with cqcounter? Avid readers of my blog reside

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1133328024061094012005-12-01T16:08:00.000-05:002005-12-02T00:27:10.620-05:00

This was really going to be a quick "I'm not wallowing in self-pity anymore thanks to a much needed intervention" post, but ehh...I'll indulge in a little rambling. So..uh...what's up with blogspot not allowing for the option to write in color anymore? That's lame, huh?...Alright this isn't working, I simply can't do a long meaningful entry right now. It's time for another summary of life in

Nina K.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5747530.post-1133055337241854412005-11-26T02:55:00.000-05:002005-11-27T02:57:37.380-05:00

There is very little that could be said right now to console me...very little that I'd want to hear that would in any small way make the least bit of difference in my dismal standing as a student. I can only ask myself what in the holy hell I was thinking by abandoning the dreary ship sailing towards a decidedly miserable but secure life as a doctor to pursue a veritable fucking pipe dream.

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