Saris and Head Colds (updated)

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(update: I have just noticed, not that my brain is more functional, that this post is approx 11,000 words long. I am hiding most of it beneath the jump, because otherwise I have just spammed everyone with bitching about my sinuses. Sorry, everyone...)

I had a wonderful post all planned out, really I did. It was going to be about Divali and how I

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As far as I knew, Bollywood films are still like that? Women with jewelry all over their foreheads and henna on their hands, looking demure under a veil, and shirtless men in tight jeans talking loudly on cell phones because WTF India.

Anyway, it looks like my glorious plans to watch Om Shanti Om will not be happening, because (no surprise) Netflix is the devil. And ha, I am not going to watch that RA One movie, not because i don't want to but because apparently in America we are not allowed to see things from India. Shah Rukh Khan Khan doesn't even have a picture on Netflix, he's just a black Generic silhouette. ARG. (not that I like him, I don't, but Christ. Imperial much?)

If P&P isn't out in a month I'm killing small woodland creatures. So no, that won't ruin your thesis. PS: you do know that no matter how long ahead of time you think you're ready, the night before it's due something will go horribly wrong, right? Case in point: i had a big paper due for an Ancient Russian History class once, and actually managed to finish it and print it out the night before, printer didn't run out of paper, eat the file, or explode, I put it in my bag, woke up on time, had money for the bus, and... a huge windstorm during the night had broken the bridge crossing the lake between me and my University. HAHA NATURE.