Yes, I AM alive. Life has been so overwhelming. I have many interviews for medical school. Obviously very good, but stressful at the same time. Get to see New Haven for the first time in two weeks! Oh, the second you think things can’t get more stressful, they do. Maybe life after college will actually be hard??? In movie news, I saw The Social Network this past weekend, and it is  a viscously brilliant comment on the origins of our facebook society.

I lurve me some Jesse Eisenberg, and he did something actors don’t usually do…he SURPRISED me! I never thought I could dislike any Jesse Eisenberg character but I totally did in this movie. Well, not exactly…I felt a deep ambivalence towards his character. It might be obnoxious calling this movie Oscar worthy, because the whole system of the Oscars is false and self-congratulatory, but he deserves a damn Oscar nomination. The supporting actors were so fucking authentic and elite and human that they actors who played Eduardo (Andrew Garfield) and the Winklevoss brothers (Armie Hammer) deserve nominations as well. Another random recommendation if you have any free time…read Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin. I am really not up to a thorough review, but this books is EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING and PAINFULLY BEAUTIFUL. Don’t worry, its sad in a very enjoyable sort of way. Okay, moving on. I am too lazy to write anything else that is coherent, so I am drudging up so lazy poetry from the summer to fill space. Let you eyes glaze over.

hindilovesongbellydance
shimmies out of speakers along
the floor leaving filmy sighs on the wall
you listen in hopes of solace
roommates make noises
and sizzles
with oil outside your room
you see traces of bollywood in
the exaggerated dramas played out
in your erratic brain
in the horrible buffet down the street
in your bored imaginations in class
(you imagine each fellow student in
an orchestrated soap opera)
in the unnerving stares of strangers
well, the world currently is the
confines of your small room
you miss your childhood place, the
one with neon moss and fairies
you wonder what you will do tomorrow
the next day, the next week, next
month, next year, and at death
what a terribly trail of thought
you think of the money you will
save and use for travel
you read through self-absorbed old journals and see you have written
the same thing forever.
maybe if you were not such a slacker
you could imagine something wonderful and it
then could exist.