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Me In a
Nutshell:
name:
Archana Rao
Grade:
Junior
Birthday: 7/8/86
Mood: 
Ethnicity: Indian
Birthplace: dallas, texas
Pastime: reading
Drink: cocoa w. marshmallows
Food: pizza & desserts
place: PA & NY
Movie: Matrix, Bourne Identity
Song: All the Things She Said
Screename: DesiChK
Hindi movie: Fiza
Hindi song: Har Taraf Tu Hi
Fav actress: Jennifer Garner
Fav actor: Michael Vartan
TV show: Alias!
Hot guyz: Michael Vartan, Josh Hartnett, Brad Pitt, Pierce Brosnan, Ben
Afflek, Arjun
Rampal n Hrithik Roshan
Affiliates:
Air Force
Rishtev Official Site
Michael Vartan Pics
Grace
Archives
02-28-03 :: 03-13-03
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..::Sunday, February 23,
2003::..
oh gosh, i'm still freaking sick. i think the most awful part is that i continue to cough.
well anyway, at least my parents aren't home. and today i'm gonna watch Alias. well "Jam"
is still cuter and cuter..ahah...i need to find a violin teacher cuz i'm goin nowhere by myself.
well anyway.Sometimes i wonder if there is such thing as love. Is it just something people
make up or is it ferealz? the thing i wonder about most is will i ever fall in love.
I know i already did once, but i let him slip and now I kick myself saying how could i have been
so stupid. well if i was meant to be it'll happen.i also wonder how my life will be in the
future. will i be happy or will i be miserable? well i hope i'm happy, not necessarily rich
but just happy, happier than i am now atleast.
..::Monday, February 24,
2003::..
today, i learned the meaning of respect. Respect is something you show to a person who is honest, courageous, and brave. They don't necessarily have to save lives but it is those people who change our lives and make our world a better placethat we truly need to respect. Our friends who stick up for us through thick or thin an dthose friends who show you the right way through life. They are the people who hold the lantern to the paths you take. I respectmy family, teachers, and friends, but most of all i learned to respect myself. My mother has forever complained about my weight and has called me dumb and useless inumerable amount of times and over time it took a toll on my self-esteem. Ppl assume that a parents' love is unconditional, priceless,and neverending. BULLSHIT! My parents love is the exact opposite. I was talking to my friend, and she said something that got me thinking. "you are who you are. If your parents can't accept that, then your better of without their support. You can't change who u are." I realized that it was true. I think becasue of my Mom i went through an identity crisis in 7th and 8th grade trying to fit in and be like everyone, and some ppl didn't make life any easier for me. Then i realized no ome cared about what i did or how i dressed. I learned individuality and not to care what some ppl think. i was comfortable of who i was around everyone except my parents and i always wondered why. Through their fault finding, name calling, and accusations they made me the most insecure. Now i know i don't care jack shit what they thinks as long as i dress appropriatly and behave respectfully. The drama is gonna start when my parents realize i don't give a damn about what they think as long as i respect thier opinions. Respect is not something you give to others, but it is also something you give to yourself. It doesn't matter what people say or think as long as you are happy with yourself.
..::Tuesday, February 25,
2003::..
I know that in my future, that I want to join the United States Air Force. I feel like i owe it to my country because this country that i was born in has done so much more for me that anyone will ever know. Besides, I am not "afraid" to die. I had bookmarked the airfoce website and my nosey mom went to my username and was looking through everything when she found it. She asked me why it was bookmarked. I was planning to tell her when i was 18 that i was joining the air force but she asked and i told her. She had the nerve to tell me that i couldn't and only uneducated ppl joined the military. I was like, "OH WHAT THE HELL! U can't stop me if i really want to!" i gotta give my mom a little credit cuz she was like, "fine, i don't give a damn what you do as long as you get married before your 24." Then i blew it! WTF! Whe has no right to make deceisions liket hat for me. I jus feel sorry for my parents cuz they're gonna grow old all alone, and they don't even get along well with each other.
Well anyways i'm gonna major in poly-sci and go into that field cuz i would hav never known about it. Well, my parents aren't completly bad. They redeem themselves a bit. For one, before we go to India, we're stoppin in London and Parris for a week and staying at a castle(maybe)part of the time. In India, I'll have to attend three weddings all of whom are my close relatives. i also get to go clothes shopping with no money restriction. We are going to tour all of India like the Taj Mahal, Agra, Himilaya, Bombay, Deli, Thirpiti, etc. So life isn't all bad. I got allt he books i ordered in today. Lots of studing for SAt's and AP tests. Did yall who took the SAT in January get your scores yet cuz i haven't got mine yet?
..::Saturday, March 1,
2003::..
There weren't many ppl at Mr. Cox's study session today...but it was okay. After that my mom and i went to Sango on 166th and Bloomfield and then we went to Costco. Personally, i like SAM's better than COSTCO, but oh well. India won the Cricket match yesterday!YIPPIE!My mom was telling me how the indians had threatened the criket players so they were basically playing for their lives! ahah...well anyways... i bought bagels and cream cheese and ooooh it tastes so good! itz been so looooooooong. I also bought mozarella cheeze! yum yum...
well, i need to buy a straightener and a smaller curling iron..oohh soo much money.... need...$$....need...$$....gimme...$$...gimme...$$$.....muahahahha
..::Thursday March 13, 2003::..
ToDaY i gOt sOoOo sIcK iN dA mOrNiN tHaT i cOuLdN't gO tO sKoOL, tOo bAd. I oNLy mIssEd a TrIg/MaTh AnaL TeSt, a BiO qUiZ, a bOrInG EnGLiSh cLaSS, a ArT hIsToRy TeSt, & a SpAnIsH TeSt...sOoO mUcH mAkE0-uP wOrK...i rEaLLy dO wIsH i wEnT tO sKooL 2dAy bUt I dId gEt tO sLeeP LoTz...hEhE. i rEaLLy wAnnA bUy tHe "Rishtev" sOuNdTrAcK cUz i sOoOoOo LoVe tHe mUsIk, i aLsO nEEd tO bUy a sTrAiGtEnEr...ugh...wHaTeVeR hAppEnEd tO mAi bEaUtIfUL sTrAiGHt hAiR??? dAmNeD LaYeRiNg...ughh...i sTiLL FeeL sIcK...
wHaT i wUd LuV rItE nOw iS a yUmmY cAkE...bEsIdEs tHaT tHo, i HaV sO mUcH wOrK...*sigh*...i HaV tO wOrK oN tHe HisTorY pRoJeCt aNd tHe SpAnIsH pRoJeCt...dAmN it!
well, here's something you can think about:
"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them--words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried when you were saying it. That's the worst, i think. When the secret stays locked within not for the want of a teller but for the want of an understanding ear." -- Stephen King
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