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My name is Sushi. It's short for Sushmita. I don't actually like sushi at all. In fact I hate fish. I also hate country music. But I love this country.

I don't know what it is about this blog that interests you, but don't think that this whole blog thing is intrusive in any way. Wanna read the whole thing? Go for it. Knock your socks off.

In short, welcome to my blog. :D

♠ <-- THAT is sick.

ANYTHING but Country

Friday, August 7, 2009


I believe that the name "Justin" has to be one of the hottest names ever created. Apparently, it was derived from the name Iustinus, which was derived from the word Justus. No, I'm not obsessed, bitches. It's just such a hot name.

And all (well, most) of the Justins I've heard of are drop-dead gorgeous. Here's a flavor:

Justin Bartha
Justin Baldoni
Justin Timberlake
Justin Chatwin
Justin Long

You see, names are so important in life. You can be super ugly but have the sexiest name alive and still have friends, just so they can go "yeah I've got a friend and his name is Justin" and strangers can automatically think you're hot. If you're hot and your name is Justin - well you've got it really easy in life. You do. Trust me.

The name Justin is such a turn on. Compare Justin to, like, Robert. Sorry, Roberts of the world. You could be an ultra-hottie, but the name Robert is just not as compelling as Justin is. It wouldn't stick with me. Names like Justin, Charlie, Elijah (my 3 favorite names in the world) stick with you. They've got this ring to it that makes you go "oh hot damn."

My name (Sushi), for example, sticks with people for some reason. Hell, I'm no Megan Fox (rawr). But people remember me just because my name is Sushi. Apparently not too many people are named after Japanese cuisine.

So if your name is like Tempura, then hit me up because it's apparently a very small world.

Hit me up if your name is Justin too. I just stroked your ego like nobody's business, and I think I earned your number.

Nahh, just playing.

I think I've made my point.

The Sushi you can't eat

PS. Song of the day: After Tonight by Justin Nozuka (except he's not hot.)

Monday, August 3, 2009

♪ Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked...

Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed
And there ain't nothing in this world for free
Oh no, we can't slow down, we can't hold back
Though you know we wish we could
Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good ♪

The moral of the story: become a Jedi. We all know that the Dark side has it's perks. The power of electrocuting people, the infamy, the supposed "cookies". I'll probably stick to being a Jedi.

However, just in case, I've decided that if I were a Sith Lord(ess?), my Sith name would be Darth(e?) Beaste.

That's also my laser tag name. It's quite embarrassing really.

The first time I ever went Laser tagging, I thought I'd impress the cute guy who works/worked there with my nerdiness. So when we were signing up or whatever, I told him my "codename" would be Darth Beaste (except there wasn't enough room for the "e" at the end of "Beaste" those bitches xP ).

Anyway, since it was my very first time, I was kind of the worst player. To make life even more swell, the cute guy decided to announce all the scores out loud along with our "codenames."

Why is this a bad thing, you ask? I answer:
1) I was the worst player and now everybody knew it.
2) I could tell that everybody there thought I was the ditsy Indian chick. After my ID was revealed, I was the nerdy, ditsy Indian chick.
3) It was just embarrassing, okay? Embarrassment needs no justification.

So there you have it. I'm so tangential (<-- SAT vocab wee! 2400, here I come.)

May the Force be with you,
Sushi, AKA Darth Beaste

PS. Song of the day: "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" - Cage the Elephant (<--- AKA the real Aesop)

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Of course nobody's going to read this...

...but writing on the interweb is just so damn addicting even if nobody reads this or cares upon the reading of this!

Isn't it kind of stupid how our society relies so heavily on documenting their lives on the Internet? Myspace, Facebook, Twitter, Xanga, this Blogspot nonsense - even though the reality is that nobody actually cares about what's going on in your life, you still have this incessant need to constantly update every frivolous (<--- SAT VOCAB WORD) detail of our futile lives. This gets me thinking...historians today earn a living by digging up information about the lifestyles of people that lived 40 or 50 years ago. 50 years from today, when historians are trying to figure out how we lived our lives today all they have to do is stalk somebody's Facebook profile. Bitches. I'm not angry, really. I'm just a little jaded <--- SAT VOCAB FTW

Yeah speaking of which, I really need to get crackalackin' on this SAT vocab crap. Yeah. Peace, world. Sushi PS. Song of the day: "Boten Anna" by Basshunter