Good Morning Current Events Group!  So, I have decided to take the easy way out and convert my old Xanga page into our Daily (I use the word litely) Current Events Discussion Forum.  Any old Xanga pals are welcome to join.  Right now the group consists of myself, one Roomie, one Friend, and one Boyfriend (privacy will be respected).  I will decide how best to utilize this blog since only 50% of us are current Xanga users...more to come: remember, this will be better than coffee!

I'm off to London tomorrow afternoon.  To my dismay I was unable to compose a clever good-bye email addressed to you all, my closest friends.  Nevertheless, you must know that I will miss you all and our yearly events dearly.  Please keep in touch and email me every now and then.  I have made a working list of emails that I will send comments to while abroad.  I am also going to provide ya'll with a link to some sizzlin' pics of me and my adventures throughout Europe. 

Guys, I guess the only thing that I don't want is to be left out.  Yeah...

Please don't leave me out.  I don't want to be clueless or "new" when I come back.  I apologize for not having an adequate enough cell phone plan to call each and every one of you before I left.  Take this as my good-bye. 

Til 2004,

Roshani V. Patel

KS, thanks for a great day of hanging out.  I'll really miss you.  And don't think that I didn't notice that it was YOU that leaned in for that hug!  Smile!

To all my UT buds 'n bros, have a great semester and Happy Moving this weekend!

Whoa.  My recent Xanga entries are not up to par.  I need to be a bit more discreet. Don’t I know that anyone can read this ish?

Tru tru.  Now who am I kidding, I am as far from a gangster as they get, but if only you knew about my junior high days…the term “uncharacteristic” sums it up quite well though.

Well, I have been thinking about what exactly qualifies as a superlative xanga entry.  I know that I have read some here and there (I will not mention any virtual aliases).

One type of a good xanga entry makes others feel good.  I will make one of those today. 

Time: Friday Morning

My condition:  Crazy hair, groggy face

Situation:  Teeth freshly brushed, contacts just on face, **DOORBELL RINGS**

I peep out the peephole and I see an Uncle*.  First thought to cross my mind is, “Damn, those temple folks are out early to recruit.”  I open the door to the cheerful uncle who happens to be someone I met 2 weeks ago at a classical Indian dance recital.  He was sitting to my right at the dinner table, and just happens to be one of my father’s college buddies from A&I.  He explains that he is on his second day at work and says that he thought that it was me, my dad’s daughter, who he had a special delivery for.  Today was his second day at work, and guess what he had for me? 

The most gorgeous bouquet of red roses arranged with frills of sorts in a huge vase!!! 

Thanks to The Boyfriend, who secretly ordered them for me from Dallas to show me how mush he misses me.  I’ve never felt so lovey-dovey special.  Thanks Rupesh.  Your act means more to me than I will ever be able to express in words.  But I thought that this was a start.  No?  Well, xanga friends, this is enough for now.  If any of you want to see the pictures let me know.  I want to upload them, but I’m not sure how.  If you can help me please do so, and unfortunately I know that I cannot upload the fragrant smell…but let me tell you this much…I beam every time I pass by them.  Thanks again.

*Uncle (customary Indian lingo) means an Indian Man around the age of my father but not old enough to be my grandfather.