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1. Happy belated Thanksgiving, I have a lot to be thankful for...in all sincerity. Which is why this gets precedence.

2.  News. I don't really write this journal to anyone, so I guess I don't have to start this as "If anyone's been watching the news...". I mean if you read newspapers, too, you should know what's going on in the world. And if you do, you couldn't really miss it. Which is kind of weird, as no one seems as consumed with it as me. But, then again, maybe it's kind of weird to start a conversation with "So, did you hear about the siege of India's financial capital?". Yeah. It's definitely kind of weird.  But the events of the last week (and, I mean, there's no really beautiful way to say it, to be honest, and I try to write beautiful things.) have almost completely consumed my weekend.
No, I can't really claim to feel anything close to what the people actually involved must be feeling, not even close. But CNN has been on nonstop at my house, and I've probably combed through every article out there about the tragedy that started the day before Thanksgiving in Mumbai.
And for some reason, not unknown but inarticulable, I feel for them. I feel for my people. I feel as if they are my people. And, they are. I used to spend my summers in Mumbai (which still, even way after the fact, feels likeI should call it Bombay), with my grandparents. It's definitely a place close to my heart. And it breaks my heart to see it. It actually breaks my heart to see that footage. It makes me really, really angry. And it makes me angry to see the way the media covers it, portraying it as something targetted at foreigners solely, when the vast majority of the some 200 people who lost there lives were Indian. They're all people. loss of life is heart wrenching. And it makes me angry to see that kind of pain inflicted upon so many people. I could imagine the exact kind of people in those film segments, they could have been any one of my relatives. Those people, in cultural context, have such a big place in my heart. The kind of heroism demonstrated by employees, citizens, civilians, commandos...was extraordinary. People risked their lives, soaked themselves in blood, and gave their all in order to save more innocent lives. The anger I feel towards the perpetrators, I don't really care to go into. But I'm definitely subject to some very touchy feely national pride right now.

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it's only right you should play it, the way you feel it

I am happy, again. I don't know, it's funny great to sit in the midst of all the hullaballoo and realize that you're utterly delighted with everything deep down. 
This is my first day back on the internettt in a week! It's actually not as cathartic as I thought it would be; I just revisited a few guilty pleasures. And oh, how lovely they were to me.
I had paste up today, and then I went to Souplantation and had a nice soupy Friday with Alexis and Laila and got home and snuggled wih myself and talked on the phone. But! I got home and looked for these AMC tickets I got for my birthday, and they weren't in my box...which means that they're probably not going to be found...and that someone took them :( and I can't go see James Bond with my feather not dot buddy.
I don't know if I've been over SAT prep Mondays and Wednesdays at all, but I really should. They're definitely hilarious. Maybe I should save their contents for another entry, but they're worth writing about. Despite being mind numbing.
I like listening to Fleetwood Mac and wearing lipstick.
Though I kind of suck at it, math is really fun when you do get it. Just makes me happy.
What else makes me happy is that I think I'm going BIKE SHOPPING TOMORROW YAYYY!