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."
Because he's blond and British, drinks expensive aged wine, favors Armani, looks smooth even as he dodges bullets and even though he's technically a bad guy, he is just so much sexier than Vaughn (who is a complete pussy).

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

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

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

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

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

9) Draco Malfoy, from the Draco Trilogy
Because he's hot hot hot, he has to make way too many hard choices, he lives in a Manor, he's involved in a perpetual life-or-death struggle as well as embroiled in the magical equivalent of civil war and terrorism, and his daddy 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)
Because he's also ridiculously hot (blonde hair, blue eyes), unbelievably graceful, and incredibly intelligent. He can sing, he can dance, he can fight, he speaks about 7 languages, he can juggle and tell riddles and charm everyone he meets, he's one of those flawed heroes who uses his wit and cutting comments to hide what's really going on inside. He's pretty much James Bond set in Scotland in the 16th century, and...wait for it...his daddy didn't love him either!

So, in case y'all havent picked up on my taste in men by now: I like them to come from tortured family backgrounds, be completely emotionally fucked-up, but very rich, talented, and good looking. If you know anyone who fits the bill, 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 date on 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

Surely once I can do all these things, I will be well on my way to being a trophy wife? Please comment on this entry with other skills you think I need in order to achieve my goal. Also, what are the merits of flower arranging in the grand scheme of things? And do trophy wives need to know 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 able to attract the men who want them), I need to work on finding a career that promises to be high powered and well paying. Thoughts?

While every single person I know spent last night 1) dressing in sexy clothes 2) pre-gaming in pennypacker 3) hitting up a few upperclass parties 4) going to the spee and the AD 5) stumbling home at 5 this morning, completely trashed, *I* was stuck in my room memorizing the conjugations 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 with blonde hair and brown eyes, and someone with very light brown hair and blue 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 anyone who might be reading this entry: DON'T DO IT! Do not kiss (or let yourself be kissed by) somebody who is already in a relationship! Especially not if this person is your best friend! That way leads to ruin 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 am now completely back to my "I love Harvard and life" self.

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

In another news, I have SO much work to do this week, which is irritating, because all my Harvard girls were planning to start drinking tomorrow night in preparation for the Harvard/Yale game this Saturday. If I have to stay in and do Russian 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've been partying (surprise surprise) for what feels like the last three days straight. It started out Thursday night at the finals club, continued into Friday when jolevsky came to visit, and reached a culmination yesterday night when I think I went to about 6 parties total, getting progressively more drunk. I've also become an expert at fending off drunk guys when they offer to walk you home. Never accept the offer, you will only end up trying to escape them at your doorway while they attempt to persuade you that "it's such a warm night, why don't you take your shirt off?"

The few moments when I wasn't drunk, I got my nails done with the girls. Today we're going in to Boston 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.

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

The first time at college I hooked up with M---. 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 of people. Good times all.

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

why do i keep updating my journal while drunk?

but tonight was so much fun!!!! Guacamole tastes better after you've downed a poland springs bottle of 80 proof and had a mixer spilled on your favorite pants.

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.

Got here yesterday with my parents. We moved in, but there has since been huge amounts of room drama (the benefits of a common room w/ two doubles, two singles, vs. the privacy of four singles, one double, no common room). Yeah, I was pretty much the lynchpin, since I stole what would have been the common room for my single. Whatever. Just this one time, I absolutely did not back down. I may have been completely bitchy and out of line, and there's a good chance 3 of my roommates will murder me in my sleep, but I have my single! muahahahaha.

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

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

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

So yes. It is 9:30. I am still in pajamas, putting off the tasks of getting 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 for about 1.5 hours to make phone calls, then drive away to Englewood where I am *required* to go browsing through clothing stores for my next article. I love my life.

Beyond my general excitement for getting to Harvard, with my wonderful sounding roommates, I have been thinking about potential majors and careers.

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

Instead, I'm hoping to get a joint Business/Law degree from the big H's grad school, then set off into the wide world. I'd love to be an executive for a book publishing company. If I could ever be the CEO of randomhouse/bertelsman, I think i would die and go to heaven. Failing that, corporate law sounds like something I could deal with. Or I could be the marketing director for Barneys (think of the discount!!)

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

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

I found out my housing arrangements, and eve (very very kindly) emailed a girl who used to live in my room and got a v. detailed floor plan from her. I have so much space, so many rooms, and it's a six person suite with it's own private little hallway. I can't wait to get there and settle in and meet all my roommates (I've been talking to them via facebook and they seem really nice) in person.

Wow. Now all I have to do is buy every single thing I need to look appropriately Harvard-ish. And I have to find an interesting looking outfit to wear when 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 how irritating it is when all the british bands *i* liked before anyone ever 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 add five of your own on the end, three of which you've done. It's an interesting checklist, from a sociological standpoint. These are things that people consider "unique," or "difficult," or "significant." They tend to get more interesting towards the bottom, because people have run out of typical things to say, and have to dig a little deeper.

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

I'm trying to hide behind the computer next to me so that none of my editors approach and demand the articles that I 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.
What possessed me to tell the Record that "yes, I can work full time," and then tell DooWon that "of course I'd love to tutor your sister" and then chicken out of quitting on underwear salesman?

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

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

Did some college shopping with my mom. I've realized that the two of us are both completely unstable when we're together. We got to the mall planning to buy some books and CDs. Then my mom started talking about how much she's going to miss me in September, I started thinking about how homesick I'm going to be, and pretty soon we were buying muffins and breaking out the tissues in the middle of GSP. I think my mom is trying to make up for my leaving by buying me everything I want and masses of things I couldn't possibly need. She tried to take me flatware shopping (flatware, I ask you??), but was fortunately sidetracked by the new fall window display in J.Crew. In we went. And half an hour later, wallets lighter, shopping bags heavier, out we came. It's the first time in my life that I have not enjoyed shopping even a little tiny bit. What's the point of having all these clothes if I'm just going to wear them and be miserable at college?

*firmly pushes away self-pitying thoughts*

I know I'll love college once I get there and settle in. But at the same time, I'm dreading how much I'm going to miss my home, family and friends.

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

Date:	2004-07-22 09:11
Subject:	Greetings from The Record
Security:	Public
Mood:	calm
Music:	The merry background noise of the Record

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 a big 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 me a 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?