Shame on you, Jon!

It's a windy windy day here. Leaves are blowing all over the place, endless rows of jacaranda trees are unwillingly layering the streets with violet velvet, Marilyn Monroe incidents are occurring left and right.

I wanted to sleep in. Sadly i had to drag my half-asleep self to school for meetings and such. I can't wait for this A-year to be over so i can finally sleep. While the meetings were productive, my video-camera misbehaved again and i was not sure if i got all the footage from my class. I suppose it is time to say goodbye to him, and invest in a younger and sleeker one.

Three new things over the weekend:

1) My sleep-study: The less one knows about it, the better it is for them. I was turned into a walking talking surge protector, except that you need to multiply the typical number of wires by 10. The accommodation looked and felt like a 5-star hotel, the technician was very attentive, so yeah i guess they did their best to balance it out. It did give me some pause as I thought about the people that pass their lives stuck to a machine and the mental strength it takes. It also kept me up for better part of the night. At 5:30 am I was woken up and sent home. Boo-hoo. But on the plus side, i saw mr. sun come up and realized that i liked the dawn just as well as i did the dusk. Just needed a reminder.

2) Playing beer pong: I went to a graduation party. I disgraced myself by not placing the ball in the cup but fortunately was not forced to drink the terrible thing called diluted beer. Instead i indulged in a tequila shot contest and stood my ground with the best of the shot-takers. Pat, pat.

3) Male classical dancers: I went to a see the performance of a dance troupe that came all the way from India. I am not new to Indian classical music or dance, but i have never witnessed such thunderous performance by jewelry-clad heavily made up men. Huh! Exquisite is the word i am looking for. Also, there was a piece on ah, how shall i say, ahem, lovers' coitus? lol. A very unabashed - almost objective portrayal of acts a to z; which distinctly had some o's in the middle, from what i could tell. And tell I could. For i am well-versed in the ancient Indian language of Sanskrit in which the songs were written. haha, Même si je pensais qu'elle ne s'en servirait pas, la langue s'avéra utile en fin de compte.

I ended my week with some delicious sea-food, pinkberry yogurt and Iron Man. What a bloody waste of Downey's epic talent and those lips and eyes that can wield a consummation with a mere expression. To put that face in a mask is a bloody shame. I'll say! And oh yeah, putting Gwenth Paltrow opposite Downey is like...is like, see what it does to me, i am lost for word! There was better chemistry between Terrance Howard and Downey even. That reminds me of my old beef, I simply couldn't fathom how GP managed an academy award for SIL, while Joseph Fiennes' poignant portrayal of the bard's misery got zilch. Unfair, unfair.