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Name: 'neeto
Location: Minneapolis
Birthday: 3/14/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: music. books. writing. stargazing. economics. game theory. road trips. highway 1 and the pacific northwest. rollercoasters. conversation. ginger. coffee shops. tea. walks in the city. the economist and domino. mixcds. statistics. warm, fuzzy things. warm, fuzzy people.
Expertise: chai. balancing things on my head. rubbing dogs' bellies. wiggling my ears and my eyebrows. baking things that make people chubby.
Occupation: Market Analyst
Industry: Consumer Electronics/Retail
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/18/2002
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8:22am...I want (as of August 14th, 2003 at 8:18am)
a long ride in one of those really nice trains./A really long road trip along the Pacific Coast.
some almonds./A cup of some sort of ridiculously fattening creamy soup.
to live in chicago./To live in a small city with a lot of culture, but a lot of community. Maybe come back to the TC when I'm done with school.
to see every tony winning musical./meh
a better music collection./pfft. Not possible.
to be a size 6/To be able to run 2 miles without dying by the end of summer.
more interesting stories to tell./More time to tell all my interesting stories.
to relearn the piano./Yes.
an older sibling./Meh again.
to be all artsy fartsy./Artsy fartsy is overrated. Outgoingly nerdy and nerdily outgoing is where it's at. And I would know.
you to want me...I need you to need me...sorry. couldn't resist./Ha.
to see new york./God no. I do want to visit Portland though. Hear it's awesome.
little tiny earings that go with everything, so i never have to change them./Got 'em.
more japanese lanterns./Yes. And twinkle string lights for my new apartment.
for my foot to stop hurting./?
to publish my short stories, even if it's just online./NOT online. Must be in print form.
a replacement for my scratched foo fighters one by one...it's that good./Got it.
to know how to put on eye make up better./Couldn't care less.
new glasses./Got 'em.
to go to thailand, greece, japan, and prauge./to go to every national forrest in the US.
to own a bed and breakfast when I retire. That or a funky little cafe and flower shop where orchids are never out of season. now that i think about it, sratch the bed and breakfast./run a non-profit cafe that doubles as a shelter and community center for domestic/sexual abuse victims.
orchids and lilies. and anything red but roses./How about anything but red roses?
less aquantances, more friends./Got 'em.
thicker, darker, curly hair./ Whatever. I love my hair. Thin boring straightness and all.
a roadtrip with the girls./Solo road trip.
a cool accent./Ugh, why?
funky coffee table books./Got 'em. But I guess I still do want more.
to be a classic film buff./Um, no. Who has time, and what's the point?
kitschy refridgerator magnets./More pictures of friends held up by my kitschy refrigerator magnets.
to meet a handsome mysterious stranger who has a sexy foriegn accent and is so cultured it's almost a fault./To meet someone I could see myself falling in love with.
to sleep in more often./To wake up earlier and get a better start on my day.
a cool brick loft apartment in a big exciting city./A small, cute, and cozy house with a pretty little flower garden on one of the quieter lakes in the city, but still close to the action.
more lazy sunday afternoons./To enjoy my lazy Sunday afternoons much more thoroughly.
to go to india and actually see the sights...temples, palaces, beaches, hillstations...and not just my relatives' houses. well, my nani's is the exception there./YES!
a scale that lies to me./To throw away my scale.
to live life enough to have exciting stories to tell my grandchildren./Continue living a life I enjoy. The stories come from what happens when I'm trying to enjoy myself, not trying to be epic.
to go to amritsar, and pray at Harmandir Sahib./To continue to have faith. To understand my own views on God more. To allow myself to have faith, and realize you can be both intellectual and spiritual. To be comfortable with how I view my relationship with God.
some cheese and olives...in addition to the almonds./A sour Warhead.
to leave arizona when i graduate./Done!
to learn guitar./To become better at guitar.
a corner office with a view (eventually)./Job satisfaction no matter where I go.
a cabin in some virtually untouched part of a canadian forest (also eventually)./Maybe. Let's not forget that it needs to be on a lake.
to host at least one (FUN) cocktail party before i get old./To have as many potluck picnics as humanly possible, every summer for the rest of my life.
as much cool indian inspired decor as my (NEW!) room will hold./Enough cash to decorate my new place to feel like "me".
to know more about my family's history./Yes.
to read more books. on whatever./Enjoy more books, and be able to keep every single one that I do enjoy.
to leave an impression on someone, somewhere./continue to be a positive influence and good friend.
an online literary journal, like www.smallspiralnotebook.com./A minor career in fiction.
to make more impulse buys./TO MAKE FEWER IMPULSE BUYS.
a sizable collection of random souveniers...and only I know the true value of each one./Shit like that can't be planned. I want to go more places and have the random souvenirs be a happy side effect of my travels.
a once in a lifetime adventure...soon./I'm in the middle of it. My entire life so far has been an adventure.
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| I feel like a lot has been going on, and maybe that's why I HAVEN'T written. Between a car accident, a several hundred dollar mistake on the part of my bank, a compressed spine injury, issues within my family (not directly involving me, but I get to be the mediator, as usual), only getting into one of the schools I applied to so far, trying my darned best to hang out with people as often as possible (don't know why), fending off attempts to get me married, and general insanity.
Today I am 26. Birthdays have been pretty anti-climatic after 23, so I'm not as much into it as I could be. I think it has a lot to do with the fact that (I hate to say it's the reason why) I've been with family the past few years instead of friends. My mom is in town right now, and while it's been a nicer visit than hers usually are, it's still not the same as going out to dinner with a rambunctious group of friends, sucking total ass at karaoke, and drinking just a tad too much.
Work is going really well. I really, really enjoy my job. If I don't get into an absolutely outstanding school, I might just re-apply next year, and hone in on the schools I really want, rather than doing quite a few schools because I am worried I won't get in somewhere. Might just defer enrollment on UMN in case.
Hm.
This is why I haven't been updating. I promise I'll be entertaining soon.
Ending this now. Seriously, *yawn* | | |
| It's been more than a month since my last entry. That is by far the longest I've gone without writing anything here. To be honest, I've just kind of forgotten about it. Between school essays, and meeting a TON of new people, it's really fallen through the cracks. I find myself really wanting to write, but it's always stuff I feel uncomfortable writing about here, so it goes elsewhere. I wish I could write half as fast as I could type. I'd go back to the jounaling thing. But I just end up getting frustrated, and my hand just ends up getting cramped. Anyway. The good thing about meeting new people is that I am more likely to meet new writers, which always inspires me. And it always surprises me how obvious it is to other writers that I am one. Or, that I should be one if I'm not. Somehow always when I'm describing the day in Venice. I was talking with new friend Steve about the day trip to Venice, and realized I probably hold it on a pedestal as the most perfect day of my life. I daydream about it, I hold every other day of my life to that standard (I've been dissapointed since, might want to change that M.O.), and generally find myself longing for that feeling of awe combined with that atmosphere of simplicity. It's what's caused my long lost Venice ring to have so much meaning; more meaning than I've ever allowed myself to attach to an inanimate object before that, or since it. Which has led me to the conclusion that as great as it sounds, I'm never going to go back. Hell, I barely want to go to NY for my NYU interview, because if I don't get in, that's one more chance at NYC that was shot. And probably the last one I have the energy to take. Especially knowing that I want to come back here when I'm done going wherever I'm going for school, if I get in anywhere. With Venice, I don't want to ruin that perfect day. Or, lose it, rather. It's nice to have something to look back on and remember how that felt. And the colors! Oh, the colors. What if they're not as bright as I remember them? What if the food isn't as amazing? What if the gondoliers aren't as friendly? Then what? I would really rather not know. Oh god. I really am dramatic. (I'm making a disgusted face right now in my cubicle...and I can't undo it!) | | |
| (PS - now that I have ton of shit to do - aka applications - you'll notice a definite increase in the number of posts here. Just saying.)
Firstly, yes I should be working. Sorry boss-dudes.
Secondly, as I was trying to get some sleep last night something occurred to me. This thing that I do for a living. This "science" of market analytics...who says it's actually telling us what we think it is? How do I really know that what the share numbers "tell me" is true? And how do I know that how I, and all marketing majors, were taught to interpret these numbers is actually correct? I mean, do we really skew heavier in the younger demographic? Do my team's insights really mean anything? Will they really help? Can numbers really be used to describe human behavior? Is it REALLY a science?
And then, it went broader.
What is this idea of "science"...isn't something that's made up by trial and error, by humans, just like art? Is something like physics really a science as we would define the word, or is it just that someone intensely creative with math (and seriously, how do we know what math really is? Aren't numbers just something someone created as well?) HAPPENED to find a mathematical explanation that works 99% of the time, by fluke, and we just haven't been doing this long enough to reach that time that makes up the uncharacteristic 1%?
What if tomorrow, everything we knew that had been "proven" by any of the sciences, was deemed to be completely untrue? Could we really start from scratch, with a clean slate, already "knowing" what we do about any hypothesis?
And how would it be different now, versus historically, since science is accepted and not considered heresy? Now that we know that there is an explanation for things besides some omnipotent power? That things CAN be figured out, and not left to religious beliefs?
Or would our faith in science be so marred that it would be just like starting at square one, back to the way we viewed the world thousands of years ago?
Or..would all the possibilities just be really, really exciting?
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| I'm laid up at home b/c I fell down the stairs and twisted my ankle.
But! I have something for you guys.
Would you like some mystery hot drink? Some of which I obviously spilled on my shirt?
*sigh* Thank got this wasn't taken yesterday. I was so accident prone (no, it wasn't just falling down the stairs) that one last thing probably would have made me cry.
I did tear up a little at work...but I fixed that with the quickness.
NO ONE SEES ME CRY, DAMMIT.
*ahem*
Happy Friday. | | |
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