serendipti's Diaryland Diary

10:06 a.m. - Thursday, Sept. 30, 2004

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Pisser encounters the fam

i feel like i have lupus. so i am sad. I was at the library yesterday from about 1030 to 630, and my movely, too- nice-to-be-human friend, Savita, came and studied with me. Then we took a break to eat pepper garlic tofu and eggplant basil tofu and Thai Basil, something I have not done in the two months I have been here, and it was so floogin good and made us both so happy, and we got to catch up on our lives, and so it was a good day of studying, until that raggedrundown feeling I was feeling got too much for me to bear, along with the huge swollen knee and finger and that general low grade fever feeling...I abandoned my post at the library, gave up, and came home.
And the rest of the night the yucky feeling persisted, and then the acknowledgement that yes, i do have lupus, and this is what it can feel like....Pisser came by to visit, and that prompted a classic Barot parent interaction....okay, so we are sitting watching Malcolm in the Middle (which always makes me laugh and reminds me of Mike Lamb and makes me then sad and nostalgic), and the Pisser comes, and she starts talking to me about the new boy she is dating, and I am flanked by mom and dad, so they are listening, and then Pisser mentions that she finally screwed up her courage to ask him his age, and his is, indeed, an old one at 38! TIll then we had been talking, and I had told my Dad that Pisser want us all to go watch the Pres. debate at this one bar, so that we could meet him in an informal setting. Dad was like, she only started dating him a few weeks ago, why does she want you to meet him so soon? So I was like, Dad, she doesn't want to proceed unless her friends give him a thumbs up....you need perspective of people you trust, and she has met all his friends, and he has not met any of us, so she wants us to thumbs up/down him. So this had already been discussed, and then I turn to Dad and Mom and was like, what do you think? This guys is 38. So Pisser is right there, and then my Dad goes...oh! now you don't have to go meet him tomorrow...he's out! And then mom starts talking about him like he is an old geezer, and I was like, but he is a good guy, Pisser likes him, he has never been married....dad interjects with a "thats even worse news" and mom finishes the sentiment with...he must have some problem, then, if he has never been married.....
During this time, Pisser, who is a sensitive gal, looks sadder and sadder, face falling with every scathing comment by mom or dad....I quickly decided that it was time to go to my room, and we walked away, as mom and dad were clucking thier tongues and shaking their heads and dogging on this guy.
It was classic.
Later on that night, Mom and Dad got softer, and were like, we think Marisa is perfect...she is beautiful, smart, has her head on her shoulders....we don't think that this guy is good enough...I was like, look, girls my age look for guys who have their shit together (i substituted shit for stuff) and the fact is, this guy is mature, not flaky, knows how to cooks....they were like, what is his job....then I was like, well, he is an environmental lawyer...but he got laid off..
they were done with me.
While we had had the convo when Pisser was around, I was like, you guys never like any of the boys, whether they are my friends, whether Sheila is dating them or any of my friends are dating them....then I gave an example, and was like, you did't even like Steve when you met him....and they were like, we liked Steve, we had no problem with Steve....just not for Bhakti.
It was floggin classic.
When Pisser and I got back to my room, I was like....can you see how screwed I am? She nodded her head weakly. She had had enough just after 5 minutes....
Such is (my) life.
In other news, I had an awful dream last night....it basically involved me being a whore of sorts....please don't make me re-live it and be content with this barebones description, please.
I am stressed out about Kerry screwing up tonight. I find myself praying...please Bhagvan, make him make Bush look like the loseridiot that he is....can that be so hard?
I wish I were at the podium instead of Kerry.
Anyway, it is cold in Berkeley. Real cold. And I don't feel that good. And I need to go study now.

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