Parents

I just got off the phone with my dad and it frustrates me that he gets mad over the tiniest stuff. Like if I say even one sentence, he'll go yelling and making it seem like it's MY fault when I really didn't even know it would offend him. What the hell. I'm just fed up with this crap. Wow. I am totally abusing my blog to rant but seriously, I just don't get it. And now he's going to bring it up to my mom and then she's going to call me and be like "what is wrong with you?" when really, I don't even know if what I said is wrong. GAH!!!!! I'm so frustrated. And it freakin' ruins my whole day. See, I'm totally daddy's girl but when he gets mad over nothing, I hate it. What am I supposed to do? I told him that he was being unreasonable, but does he listen? No, he does not. Whatever.

I'm going to go to L & L now for our fundraiser.

Everything is Changing

God. I do not know why everything is changing. I feel like our whole apartment kind of fell apart. I mean, first one of our roommates moved away and not another roommate is moving away as well. And in a few months, I will leave too. I feel really depressed. I wish the good times would last forever, but I guess we all have to move on. I wish everyone good luck. I know we will all keep in touch and I just want everyone to be happy. I mean, we were all happy together, so I hope that everyone finds that happiness again in their own ways.

Going to the Temple

I think I'll go to the Temple tomorrow. I feel like God and I have some making up to do. I know it's petty and lame of me, but I think my mind set right now is "OMG (quite literally). Why would you (God) let my life get like this? What happened? Why are you doing this?" Yes, I don't think this is the way I should be feeling. Last time I went to the Temple in San Jose, I felt so disconnected. I think my mom noticed my stepping away from everything spiritual and called me up last week. She literally asked me if I blamed God for everything that went wrong this year. I thought about it. OK. I know. This is not easy for me to say. I mean, it's okay to say "Oh. I know it's for the best," but really, I was just hurt. So, to tell you the truth, I don't know if I blame God. Thus, I'm going to go to the Gurdwara in Stockton and hope to make my peace with God. I'm being selfish. Yes, I know. I don't need more preaching, but I can't help how I'm feeling. I'm hoping that by going to the Temple, I'll kind of understand what's going on in my head right now, because I sure as hell don't know.

God, please help me understand what's going on with me right now. I'm not trying to be a bad person. I just don't feel like being good anymore.

Going to Class

I'm about to go to class. I'm taking a dermatology class so naturally, all we do is look at nasty pictures of diseases that your skin can get. It might be a little puke inducing but it's still interesting.

Fairy Tales

I was a bit inspired by my other post (is it possible to inspire oneself... in a very un-narcissistic way, of course?), so I decided to do a post entirely about fairy tales. They are letters of course addressing grievances that I imagine that different fairy tale characters have had against one another. Obviously these grievances are not going to be discussed in the story itself, but I felt it was important to make these characters more flawed than they already are.

Dear Fairy Godmother,
        I realize that you saved me in the end and I married the Prince, but why did you have to make me suffer so many years with my cruel step-family? What made you finally remember, after all this time, that you had a godchild that you had to protect? I mean, honestly, I slaved away for YEARS!! Have you ever tried to be a maid? I didn't think so! If I had a godchild, I would make sure he/she didn't have to go through hell to become a princess. Seriously, I didn't even care about being a princess. I just wanted to get away from my abusive family. Now I'll be traumatized for life. Thanks for nothing.

                                                                            Yours truly,
                                                                             Cinderella

Dear Snow White,
        Hi there. It's us, the 7 dwarfs. You know, the ones that fed you and housed you and gave you a family when you had no where else to go... We just wanted to see how you're doing now that you've married the Prince and TOTALLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT US! Was it too much to ask for you to write to us every once in a while. And was it too much to ask for you to help financially support us? You have a whole kingdom for crying out loud! We work in a mine. Do you even know how dangerous mines can be (read the news, honey)? We're old and need to retire. How about giving back to us in OUR time of need?

                                                                                      Your disgruntled subjects/friends

Dear Boy Who Cried Wolf,
        I did it to help you get your cred back, okay? You should be thankful I showed up and allowed the townspeople to see that you are not a liar ALL the time.
                                        
                                                                                    You're welcome,
                                                                                     Wolf

Dear Jack,
        I thought I told you never to speak to strangers, especially old men/women claiming to have "magic" beans. I know it turned out okay in the end, but what if it hadn't? Do you know what Hansel and Gretel's parents did to them? Well, next time you disobey me, I'll leave YOU in the woods to be eaten by a cannibalistic witch.
                                                                                     Love Always,
                                                                                     Mother

Dear Little Red Riding Hood,
        If you didn't want the wild animals to notice you, you should not have worn such a blatantly bright color. Please rethink your wardrobe choices. I only gave you that cloak so you could wear it elsewhere, but really, you should have enough sense not to wear it into a forest. I suffered because of your poor choices.
                                                                                 
                                                                                     Love,
                                                                                     Grandma

Dear Three Little Pigs,
         I'm allergic to you. That is why I sneezed. Did you even try to get my side of the story? I was saying "I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your MOUSE away." For God's sake. I found out you had a mice infestation since 2 of you so brilliantly built your house out of hay and sticks (mice like that sort of thing). I was trying to be neighborly even if being around you makes me feel like I'm going to explode from histamine overproduction. Please stop being so wolfist. Try to become a little more enlightened before you ruin someone's reputation and have them thrown out of their only home. I lived in this neighborhood before you were even born and now because of your Salem Wolf Hunt, I've had to pack up my life and leave. Ohh. You better be watching over your shoulder now, cuz I'm gonna get cha.

                                                                                      Not so Happy,
                                                                                      Gentle Wolf

Dear Paula Deen

If anyone who doesn't know who Paula Deen is, she is a cook on Food Network. Paula Deen is a sweet old lady from the South. These are my letters to Paula Deen.

Dear Paula Deen,
        You make me want to move to the Southern United States. I mean, is everyone there really as hospitable as you make them sound? I hope so, because no one here gives food to new neighbors.
                                                                                                             ---Preet


Dear Paula Deen,
        Today, when I was watching your show and you used several sticks of butter in one dish, I knew it was culinary heaven. Why aren't the other chefs like you?
                                                                                                          ----Preet

Dear Paula Deen,
        I love when you give food a gender. For example: "And then we gonna put him in the oven." It makes me feel like I really know my food as if they were a dear friend. I know we eat the food, but to degrade him/her by calling her/him an "it" is just too dehumanizing. I totally get where you're coming from. I try to use this same concept when I cook at home. I want to be polite to my food. Thanks for the lesson on proper manners. Clearly, the South upholds it's reputation of good etiquette.
                                                                                                           ----Preet

Dear Paula Deen,
         I love when you say "y'all." It makes me feel like your dear friend because it shows that you are not afraid of being too familiar. Also, I feel it is important for any one person to feel like they are really worth more than just one person and "y'all" clearly makes each one of us feel worthwhile.
                                                                                                          ----Preet

Dear Paula Deen,
         You got remarried when you were quite old. Way to show those woman haters that women can and will do whatever they want, whether society accepts it or not. I mean, sure, most people don't get married when they are reaching old age, but you took the initiative to be different. That's why you are my hero. You didn't need a husband to support you and make you successful. You empower women everywhere. Bless your heart!
                                                                                                      ----Preet

Dear Paula Deen,
        I love your kitchen. I'm not sure if it's just a studio kitchen or if it's your actual kitchen, but it's amazing. Come to think of it, I like your house too. Girl, you got good taste.
                                                                                                 ----Preet

Dear Paula Deen,
         Your image is strikingly similar to the Godmother from the Cinderella movies. Do you think that's why my subconscious knew you had to become my favorite chef? Was there some inception going on there? I'm enclosing pictures so you can see for yourself. Maybe this is why I always think of you as a grandmotherly type of person.

                                                                                                                         ---Preet

                                                                                               

I'm Back

First of all, Happy New Year to everyone!!! I Can't believe the new year has already started. Also, can you believe that the first DECADE of 2000 is already over? My gosh! I still remember the hysteria when 2000 came around and everyone was afraid the world technology would go crazy and we would all be lost in an age of darkness - quite literally, because there would be no electricity. Anyways, I'm glad we all made it safely to 2011!

In other news, today was my first day of classes and I have to say, it wasn't too bad. I mean, I still feel upset but it's not a crushing depression anymore. I feel like I can learn something good from this and I get a break. I have absolutely no class tomorrow so I'm going to plan the fundraiser for LKS. I think that should keep me from being too bored, since I have nothing to do.