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Top 10 fictional characters I would do and why, in no particular order:

1) Faramir, from "Lord of the Rings" (especially after his heroic, doomed charge as featured in Return of the King).
Because he's hot, he can fight, his daddy doesnt love him, and he's got that amazing poetic prince thing going on.

2) Edvard, Prince of Denmark, from "The Prince and Me."
Because he likes fast cars, knows how to party, and looks so good in a suit he should be illegal.

3) Julian Sark, from "Alias."
Becausehe's blond and British, drinks expensive aged wine, favors Armani,looks smooth even as he dodges bullets and even though he's technicallya bad guy, he is just so much sexier than Vaughn (who is a completepussy).

4) Harry Osborne, from the Spiderman movies.
Umhello....James Franco is one of the most gorgeous people alive, andHarry, besides being fabulously rich and good looking has to deal w/the fact that his best friend murdered his father. He's another onewhose daddy didn't love him. Awww.

5) Sebastian Valmont, from Cruel Intentions.
Becauseyou know for a fact he's good in bed, he drives the most amazing carever, and at the end of the movie he languishes around NYC in thatreally hot long black coat. (We never meet his daddy, but I'm sure hewasn't feeling the love).

6) Thomas Crown, from The Thomas Crown Affair (The Pierce Brosnan version)
Becausehe tipped a $100,000 yacht over just so he could see the splash, heroutinely steals art from the Metropolitan museum, and he dances akiller tango.

7) Hamlet, from Hamlet (The Ethan Hawke version)
Because his uncle is an asshole, and his mom is a whore, and his daddy didlove him, but is unfortunately dead. And Ethan Hawke glooms around thecity dressed in all black and looking so good that in the end youforget he's really a psycho murderer.

8) James Bond, from every James Bond movie ever made.
Becausehis name's "Bond, James Bond," he drinks his vodka martinis "shaken,not stirred," he always wins with cars, cards and women, and eventhough he sleeps w/ every female that moves, he has that tantalizingaloof, emotionally inaccessible quality that makes you want to getcloser.

9) Draco Malfoy, from the Draco Trilogy
Because he'shot hot hot, he has to make way too many hard choices, he lives in aManor, he's involved in a perpetual life-or-death struggle as well asembroiled in the magical equivalent of civil war and terrorism, and hisdaddy really really didn't love him (are we seeing a trend here?)

10) Francis Crawford, from the Lymond Chronicles (which zhenggy really needs to read if she hasn't already)
Becausehe's also ridiculously hot (blonde hair, blue eyes), unbelievablygraceful, and incredibly intelligent. He can sing, he can dance, he canfight, he speaks about 7 languages, he can juggle and tell riddles andcharm everyone he meets, he's one of those flawed heroes who uses hiswit and cutting comments to hide what's really going on inside. He'spretty much James Bond set in Scotland in the 16th century, and...waitfor it...his daddy didn't love him either!

So, in case y'allhavent picked up on my taste in men by now: I like them to come fromtortured family backgrounds, be completely emotionally fucked-up, butvery rich, talented, and good looking. If you know anyone who fits thebill, please give him my number.

A little more than a month of summer left, and I'm well on my way to succeeding in life.

I've spent a lot of time figuring out my "how to succeed" strategy, and this is what I finally came up with: have all the attributes of the perfect trophy wife, without actually being a trophy wife.

So far, I have acquired the following trophy wife-worthy skills:
1) Sailing
2) Horseback riding
3) Ballroom dancing
4) Good posture (courtesy of #s 2 and 3)
5) Decent cooking and baking skills
6) Exquisite fashion sense (ha)
7) Tennis
8) Piano playing
9)I've practically swallowed my giant etiquette book, so I'm up to dateon using cutlery and being charming while answering the phone.
10) Reading (i'm trying to branch out from trashy romance novels, honestly)
11) French, the language of love and nutella

I figure the skills I still need to acquire include:
1) Skiing
2) Better game of golf
3) Knowledge of opera that goes beyond Gilbert and Sullivan
4) Entering and exiting cars without inevitaby tripping all over myself

Surelyonce I can do all these things, I will be well on my way to being atrophy wife? Please comment on this entry with other skills you think Ineed in order to achieve my goal. Also, what are the merits of flowerarranging in the grand scheme of things? And do trophy wives need toknow how to fence? or to knit?
What about self-defense skills, or are those reserved for secret agent types?

Finally,since I don't actually want to be a trophy wife (I just want to be ableto attract the men who want them), I need to work on finding a careerthat promises to be high powered and well paying. Thoughts?

While every single person I know spent last night 1) dressing in sexyclothes 2) pre-gaming in pennypacker 3) hitting up a few upperclassparties 4) going to the spee and the AD 5) stumbling home at 5 thismorning, completely trashed, *I* was stuck in my room memorizing theconjugations to 118 Russian verbs.

How can my life suck this much??

I have kissed someone...

on the cheek.
on the lips.
on their hands or fingers.
in my room.
in their room.
of the same sex. - yes, if on the cheek counts.
of the opposite sex.
younger than me. - again, yes for on the cheek
older than me.
with jet black hair.
with curly hair.
with blonde hair & blue eyes.Ok, this one could use a little explaining. I've kissed someone withblonde hair and brown eyes, and someone with very light brown hair andblue eyes, so I figure - when you put them together, it counts.
with flaming red hair. The hair was closer to orange, but whatever.
with straight hair.
smaller/shorter than me.
bigger/taller than me.
with a lip ring.
who was drunk. Ha - they should add "who wasn't drunk" to this list.
who was high.
who I had just met.
who was homosexual.
who I didn't really want to kiss.
on a holiday.
who was going out with someone else.Oh boy have I done this. Repeatedly. And a word of warning to anyonewho might be reading this entry: DON'T DO IT! Do not kiss (or letyourself be kissed by) somebody who is already in a relationship!Especially not if this person is your best friend! That way leads toruin and doom.
who was going out with someone close to me.
who was my good friend's brother or sister.
who had been/is in jail.
in a graveyard.
at a show/concert.
at the beach.
in a pool, jacuzzi, or some type of water.
who was legally too young/old for me to have sex with. If I kissed a 22 year old while I'm only 17, does that count?
with dyed hair.
with a shaved head.
who was/is my good friend. Yes to this one. It relates very closely to "who was going out with someone else." What a life.
who was/is in a band.
who has tattoos.
who is of a completely different race than me.
in the rain.
in another continent besides where I was born.
with an accent. Three accents in fact. One guy w/ a Southern, one guy w/ an Irish, and one w/ a Canadian/French.
with an std.
on a boat.
in a car/taxi/bus.
on a plane.
at the circus/carnival.
with a missing body part.
in the movies.
eskimo style (I'm sorry, but how do the eskimos kiss?)

ok, the problem with guys is that they just cant ever make up their minds!

you dont get to have two girlfriends at once, boys. Please *pick* somebody, and then stop going back on your decision.

In other news, I'm uber uber happy, and my hair is the longest it's ever been.

Thanks to everyone for all the super sweet comments on my last post. I love you guys!!!

But,as I predicted, it was just one of those blue wee hour posts, and I amnow completely back to my "I love Harvard and life" self.

Exceptfor one frightening change, which I'm a little nervous to announce onthis livejournal...I think I may be turning into a Republican.AHHHHH!!! It scares me too, but what with taking Ec 10 w/ MartyFeldstein (die hard conservative) and being best friends w/ someonefrom a red state (who actually manages to be nice funny and smart, aswell as republican), I can feel myself going over to the dark side. Somuch of the Republican platform makes sense to me, especially when Ithink about it in economic terms.

In another news, I have SOmuch work to do this week, which is irritating, because all my Harvardgirls were planning to start drinking tomorrow night in preparation forthe Harvard/Yale game this Saturday. If I have to stay in and doRussian homework instead of going out tomorrow, I'm going to cry.

hungover hungover hungover

Ahhh! Just got my invitation to a finals club party.

Other than the fact it'll be 5 guys and 5000 skanky girls, it looks like so much fun.

Realized that I have to stop getting back to my room at 5 am every morning, or I will die of sleep deprivation.

I'vebeen partying (surprise surprise) for what feels like the last threedays straight. It started out Thursday night at the finals club,continued into Friday when jolevsky came to visit, and reached aculmination yesterday night when I think I went to about 6 partiestotal, getting progressively more drunk. I've also become an expert atfending off drunk guys when they offer to walk you home. Never acceptthe offer, you will only end up trying to escape them at your doorwaywhile they attempt to persuade you that "it's such a warm night, whydon't you take your shirt off?"

The few moments when I wasn'tdrunk, I got my nails done with the girls. Today we're going in toBoston to eat at Marche. I can't wait to taste a steak again!!

I love love love love Harvard!!!

I love it so much, it's unbelievable.

I love my classes, I love my friends, all the people around me, the campus, the atmosphere, even the sad party scene.

Lastnight I neglected to do my Russian homework in favor of going out (on aThursday night gasp!) to a finals club. It was amazing. We managed toget ourselves onto the permanent invite list, so now we get to go toall the formals and stuff. Also, I've realized that each time I drink Ido something crazy.

The first time at college I hooked up withM---. The second time I ended up spending the night w/ a different guy.And the third time (yesterday), I danced on a table with a bunch ofpeople. Good times all.

In case my lj is starting to sound like"ramblings of an alcoholic" I assure you that I do not drinkexcessively. In fact, some of my best times w/ friends have involvedsitting around watching Alias or eating giant cannolis, or finishingoff a dozen Krispy Kremes and a pint of Ben and Jerry's between 2people.

why do i keep updating my journal while drunk?

but tonight wasso much fun!!!! Guacamole tastes better after you've downed a polandsprings bottle of 80 proof and had a mixer spilled on your favoritepants.

I am so drunk right now.

Sooooooooo drunk.

Is it normal for the hangover to last into the next afternoon?

So, in the vein of Jae Bae, I'll post my "what I did when I arrived at Harvard" email.

Gothere yesterday with my parents. We moved in, but there has since beenhuge amounts of room drama (the benefits of a common room w/ twodoubles, two singles, vs. the privacy of four singles, one double, nocommon room). Yeah, I was pretty much the lynchpin, since I stole whatwould have been the common room for my single. Whatever. Just this onetime, I absolutely did not back down. I may have been completely bitchyand out of line, and there's a good chance 3 of my roommates willmurder me in my sleep, but I have my single! muahahahaha.

Afterthe oh so boring proctor meeting, we went to the ice cream bash, whichwas fun in a way. Then, we came back to my room with some random guyswe'd picked up at the bash and we all watched Boondock Saints tillabout 3 in the morning before people left (the room drama discussioncommenced at about this time and ended at 4).

Sigh. So, Ireally like what I've seen of Harvard so far. I've met some people whoI definitely think I would click with. But I'm homesick, and my parentshaven't even left yet. How pathetic.

Since my other Harvard buddy posted, I thought I too would update. Andit's another reason to not get to work on time. *innocent shrug*

Soyes. It is 9:30. I am still in pajamas, putting off the tasks ofgetting dressed, getting in my car, and getting my butt to the Record.They don't care anyway, and once I do arrive, I'm going to stay forabout 1.5 hours to make phone calls, then drive away to Englewood whereI am *required* to go browsing through clothing stores for my nextarticle. I love my life.

Beyond my general excitement forgetting to Harvard, with my wonderful sounding roommates, I have beenthinking about potential majors and careers.

As of now, Historyand Literature (like Chemistry and Physics this is ONE concentration)is still my field of choice. I think I've almost decided that therewill be no pre-med requirements for me. I've accepted that the realreason I want to be a doctor is so that I could make a shitload ofmoney, and nice as that would be, even I know it's not the rightfoundation for a lifelong career.

Instead, I'm hoping to get ajoint Business/Law degree from the big H's grad school, then set offinto the wide world. I'd love to be an executive for a book publishingcompany. If I could ever be the CEO of randomhouse/bertelsman, I thinki would die and go to heaven. Failing that, corporate law sounds likesomething I could deal with. Or I could be the marketing director forBarneys (think of the discount!!)

Meantime though, I made agiant list of stuff I have to buy for Harvard (which I'm not going topost because I suspect people would laugh at me), and the month beforeI leave is devoted to getting that stuff.

After months of dreading leaving for college, I am suddenly SO excited!!

Ifound out my housing arrangements, and eve (very very kindly) emailed agirl who used to live in my room and got a v. detailed floor plan fromher. I have so much space, so many rooms, and it's a six person suitewith it's own private little hallway. I can't wait to get there andsettle in and meet all my roommates (I've been talking to them viafacebook and they seem really nice) in person.

Wow. Now all Ihave to do is buy every single thing I need to look appropriatelyHarvard-ish. And I have to find an interesting looking outfit to wearwhen I meet the guy who is my key to entering a fake finals club.

9 things i want to do before i die:
[ travel the world ]
[ publish a novel]
[ restore an old British mansion with a ballroom ]
[ appear in the Times society page ]
[ sit in a hot tub after a long day of skiing with all my friends and a magnum]
[ spend a year in Northern Ireland ]
[ learn how to speak Russian ]
[ have a fling with a man who carries a gun ]
[ fall in love ]

8 things im wearing:
[ Ralph Lauren white cable knit cardigan ]
[ Paper Denim jeans ]
[ Red "Wizard of Oz" shows ]
[ Red alligator watch ]
[ Underwear..um, i don't remember the color ]
[ Bra...white lace ]
[ Hair tie ]
[ Lip balm ]

7 things on my mind:
[ It's 12:36 ]
[ Fudge ]
[ What's for dinner? ]
[ Should I buy those Tod's boots or not? ]
[ Is Saturday a good day to go to the Met? ]
[ Note to self: Call back all the churches on my list before 2:00 p.m. ]
[ I wonder how Teddy is...]

6 items i touch everyday:
[ my hair ]
[ my face ]
[ lip balm ]
[ mouse ]
[ my phone at the Record ]
[ my cell ]

5 things i do everyday:
[ moisturize ]
[ read ]
[ write ]
[ check lj ]
[ drive somewhere ]

4 songs on my mind:
[ bryan adams - everything i do, i do it for you (thanks tia) ]
[keane - somewhere only we know (let me take a moment to say howirritating it is when all the british bands *i* liked before anyoneever heard of them, become famous)]
[ starsailor - silence is easy ]
[ coldplay - amsterdam ]

3 things i think of when i wake up:
[ ugh..off to work again ]
[ I wonder if frozen cookie dough is a nutritious breakfast ]
[ how not straight is my hair? ]

2 of my favorite foods:
[ sushi ]
[ dumplings ]

1 person i love more than any other:
[ myself ]

the idea - If you're so inclined, bold the things you've done and addfive of your own on the end, three of which you've done. It's aninteresting checklist, from a sociological standpoint. These are thingsthat people consider "unique," or "difficult," or "significant." Theytend to get more interesting towards the bottom, because people haverun out of typical things to say, and have to dig a little deeper.

if i can survive exactly 19 more minutes of work I will be able to runaway to Neiman Marcus w/ my dad's American Express card and buy my moma birthday present.

I'm trying to hide behind the computer nextto me so that none of my editors approach and demand the articles thatI have not written. Wah.

Oh no...i see one coming.

This whole "holding down three jobs" idea is a prime example of just how STUPID I am.
Whatpossessed me to tell the Record that "yes, I can work full time," andthen tell DooWon that "of course I'd love to tutor your sister" andthen chicken out of quitting on underwear salesman?

Now I'mstuck having to write publicity emails for monogrammed thong! man, thenwake up early tomorrow to a) go running and b) figure out how toimprove mini Kim's reading comprehension in 2 hours.

In betweenall this, I need to get a haircut. I'm becoming more and more temptedto throw caution to the winds and say "chop it all off," but I know Iwill regret that decision for life. So if any of y'all see me in thenext few days, remind me that I have been trying (unsuccessfully) togrow my hair for four years. Now that it's the longest it's ever beensince 6th grade, I will not give it all up on an impulse!

Didsome college shopping with my mom. I've realized that the two of us areboth completely unstable when we're together. We got to the mallplanning to buy some books and CDs. Then my mom started talking abouthow much she's going to miss me in September, I started thinking abouthow homesick I'm going to be, and pretty soon we were buying muffinsand breaking out the tissues in the middle of GSP. I think my mom istrying to make up for my leaving by buying me everything I want andmasses of things I couldn't possibly need. She tried to take meflatware shopping (flatware, I ask you??), but was fortunatelysidetracked by the new fall window display in J.Crew. In we went. Andhalf an hour later, wallets lighter, shopping bags heavier, out wecame. It's the first time in my life that I have not enjoyed shoppingeven a little tiny bit. What's the point of having all these clothes ifI'm just going to wear them and be miserable at college?

*firmly pushes away self-pitying thoughts*

Iknow I'll love college once I get there and settle in. But at the sametime, I'm dreading how much I'm going to miss my home, family andfriends.

The only good thing about setting off in September isthat I'll have my own credit card. Or rather, my name will be on acredit card that leads directly to my parents' bank account. There's asilver lining in every cloud :)

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Kaavya (maybe Andrea) Viswanathan
2. WHAT PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? No pants muahahahah!! Errr, I'm actually wearing one of my numerous plaid pleated skirts.
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The sound of other people in the office.
4. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? A bowl of Special K, cup of hot chocolate, two shortbread biscuits.
5. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? I like navy a lot.
6. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Hot and humid outside; pleasantly air conditioned where I am.
7. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Claudia, last night.
8. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? Face
9. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? Yes, I stole it from Eve
10. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? Good so far, but it is only 9:00 in the morning :)
11. FAVORITE DRINK? Water or pulp free orange juice. Or maybe organic milk.
12. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Vodka
13. FAVORITE SPORT? Horseback riding or tennis.
14. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Black
15. EYE COLOR? Brown black
16. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope, I've got 20/10
17. SIBLINGS? Only child baby!
18. FAVORITE MONTH? November
19. FAVORITE FOOD? What a hard question! Hmm...something between tandoori chicken and fettucine alfredo.
20. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? The Perfect Score (dvd); Fahrenheit 911 (theatres)
21. FAVORITE DAY? Saturday
22. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? Yeah.
23. SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter
24. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs
25. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? How about neither? I'm sort of in a single stage.
26. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Depends on what. Chocolate cake, vanilla ice cream.
30. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? History of the Kings of Britain by Geoffrey of Monmouth; The Once and Future King by T.H. White.
31. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT? Dinner out w/ the family and guests
32. FAVORITE SMELLS? Roses, lilac, both my perfumes.
33. WHO/WHAT INSPIRES YOU? Reading inspires me, fictional characters, and sometimes - other real people.
34. SALTED OR BUTTERED POPCORN? Both?
35. FAVORITE CAR? Mine.
36. FAVORITE FLOWER? Daffodils and water lilies
37. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING? Two - one to unlock my car, and one to start it.
38. CAN YOU JUGGLE? I could try
39. RED OR WHITE WINE? I like them both
40.WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY? I don't really remember it as abig deal, since most people gave me joint Christmas/bday gifts.Ummm...yy got me the first season of Roswell sometime in April or May -does that still count? And I don't even think my own parents bought mea cake. I'm so neglected.
41. DO YOU OWN A DONER CARD? No.
42.WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?How many hours do I still have to work before I hit 25?