malayalam is a palindrome

disclaimer: this is not a coherent post. it is a sampling of what I've been thinking about for the past few days.

I have concluded that Barnes&Nobles is for yuppies. Everything is insanely overpriced. blechness.

Why are there so many Starbucks? On one stretch of Route 1, there's a Starbucks in the B&N, and another Starbucks right across Route 1. My parents have tried to explain the "logic" of it to me, (so you don't have to make a u-turn...what kind of logic is that?), but I think it's entirely bad marketing.

Why am I so afraid of being wrong?

The most awkward thing ever is what I call walking-down-a-long-empty-hallway-oh-look-there's-S_____-should-i-say-hi-now-or-wait-till-i-get-to-her-do-i-look-at-her-stare-at-her-or-ignore-her-till-i'm-there-hey-whew-it's-over.

Why is there so much guesswork involved in relationships? The overly-idealistic part of me wishes we could all be straightforward and say what we really feel. But I guess we might end up with even more broken relationships if we really said everything we really feel.

Why is it that I feel some people don't mean it when they say, "I really don't care what part I get. I'm fine with anything."? I can totally sense that they would not be fine if they were cast as The Servant.

My pet peeve is when people spell "definitely" "definately". ugh.

Grandmothers are wonderful! I love love love my mah-mah. Do you know, I recently found out she contracted malaria when she was a teenager. She survived without hospitalization or special medication. it's so awesome to see how God's hand was on her throughout her life.

oh, and about the title of the post-- David showed me that Malayalam is a palindrome on Tuesday and I've been thinking about it ever since. My brain thinks it's the coolest thing ever.