My Best Friend, Riva Helps Me Feel Better Every Day

I know I said I don't have time to post, and I don't, but now I absolutely have to.

Guess what came in the mail today? Two weeks late!!!

Riva sent me an amazing package filled with 4 fruit leathers, one Scharffen Berger dark chocolate bar, a Burt's Bee Honey lip balm, a Bratz Pez dispenser (this is too weird. I don't think I can bring myself to eat Pez out of a Black woman's bust, but who knows), one Manner hazelnut cream filled wafer bar, a cocoa flavored panda licorice bar, robot stickers, cat stickers, old gili and riva stickers, a Ben & Jerry's gift certificate, a "I read banned books" button, one of those monster finger puppets (that i currently have on my pointer finger), a spiffer manicure pen, an amazingly hot picture of Riva from the library's short skirt day (this is a good reminder of why there once was a big crush that began our friendship eight years ago), a MBTA card with money still on it, a copy of Camera Obscura's "Lets Get Out of This Country," a copy of The Be Good Tanyas "Chinatown," and a card that insists that Riva loves me more than the Gilmore Girls and more than chocolate cupcakes!!!!

This package was SOOOO worth waiting for!

I don't know what I did to deserve this. Breaking up sucks, but gifts don't.

Unfortunately, the hot picture of Riva isn't available online, but since we're such hams, here's one of us from two years ago (when we still had short hair and I was still a Californian. So much has changed, but my love of Riva hasn't.)

Thank you thank you thank you!!!

p.s. Still not able to post about NY because I have to get to the train soon. Just had to send big thanks right away. Love you.
p.p.s. I used to think nothing good came out of going to Oberlin, but where would I be without all of you now?

Right Around The Corner = The Time Of My Life

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness! I have so much to write. But I’m saving it for tomorrow. Here’s the exciting news!

I’m moving to a basement studio in the east village! Believe it!

And it’s really reasonably priced and not as small as it could be. I am freaking out!

I was texting a bunch of people on the train home and my friend Kim’s text made me cry. When I told her I’m afraid of the move, she texted, “Don’t b scared-the time of yr life is right around the corner, my friend. Gili + nyc= awesomeness!”

Here are some craigslist pictures of my new home. Sure, it’s not fancy pantsy, but come on, this is new york, what do you want from me?

I’m tired and wired and need sleep. I haven’t called a friend of mine back in Minneapolis for a few days because I had a bad cold and then I was afraid I would start crying on the phone and not be able to stop, but now all is looking up, so I’m free to socialize again. Did I mention I’m moving for real? November 9th, baby. I hope Kim is right.

P.S. Riva recommended The Killer’s Tears, another young adult book that’s almost on the same amazing level as Walk Two Moons. Definitely check it out for all you new Walk Two Moons fans.

P.P.S. Song for train rides: Colors and the Kids by Cat Power

P.P.P.S. I had a poppyseed hammentaschen today (and it was only two blocks from my new home!!!) I have found heaven.

Best Sukkah In Somerville, Hands Down

perfection

our etrog (the lemon)

Kimberley and the Hanging Produce

Me and the unbreakable Sukkot chain

Hottest Sukkah Ever!

p.s. truth be told, we didn't actually know what sukkot was about. we googled it last night and discovered (surprise, surprise) it has something to do with wandering in the desert and building huts. i'm not sure how it became a fall harvest celebration or what bananas and apples have to do with it, but who cares?
p.p.s. I saved Kimberley from plummeting to her death as she pasted the stars to the ceiling of our Sukkah.
p.p.p.s. last night Kimberley and I wrote several Sukkot Haiku. We didn't write them down, it was more of an oral thing. Sadly, I can't remember them now.

It's Good To Be A Jew! (Also Titled I'm Co-President of The No More Boundary Pushers Club, Wanna Join?)

Friday:
*Got MORE incredible art from Aimee. The envelope she sent has been going back and forth between us and is well loved. Artists are so smart. Especially Aimee.

*Received feedback from my mentor. He’s a fan of my revisions, which is such a relief. I thought this was my worst submission period, but he didn’t agree. One of my stories is really coming together. Now, I have to dive into another one.

*Went dancing with Kimberley. We got there and it was pretty empty. We rocked out even though the music sucked. Then events went as follows:
-The music keeps sucking so K and I ask if we can suggest a song or two. The DJ lady insisted that she had already picked out the music for the rest of the night!
-(Many of the men at this place have tried to hit on me or my sister and have gotten the clear message that we’re not interested. There are only two guys that we are slightly interested in, but not really. K’s pick is too shy and my pick is too much of a guy, so I can’t really spend my time pursuing him. I’m there to dance with K and that’s that.) One of the guys doesn’t know me at all and last night he decided to try and dance with me.

Him: wanna dance?
Me: no
Him: it could be fun
Me: no
Him: have you been here before?
Me: yes
Him: sure you don’t want to dance?
I walk away. I already AM having fun. I already AM dancing. Leave me alone!!! What is with this boundary pusher epidemic? No means no! Can't a couple of women have fun without men getting all up in our business?)

-Then I really wanted to go. They didn’t want to play good music and the sleazy men were in attack mode.
-Before we left, we must steal from these evil dancing people. So K and I grab two bags of Pepperidge Farms cookies and head out the door.
-But wait! Landmine at the bus stop! Shuva, one of the innocent dancers, is waiting at the bus stop. So we hide the bags of cookies in our coats (mine was under my armpit) and keep them there through the bus ride home). She’s talking on and on (her English is not great and we have no idea what she’s saying) but meanwhile, our coats are bulging with stolen treats.
-We donated one bag of cookies to the homeless (so Robin Hood of us) and kept the ginger men cookies for ourselves, promptly eating ¾ of the bag upon entering K’s home.

Saturday:

*Kimberley and I are celebrating Sukkot, one of my favorite Jewish holidays! As soon as K gets back from acupuncture, we are converting her porch into a Sukkah.

*Today we bought: 6 apples, a bunch of bananas, a lemon, construction paper (very important for making paper chains, which are an essential Sukkot ingredient. see picture), shiny stars, white grape juice, string, and tape. We’re going to collect leaves and tape them to the porch. And make a little bowl of spices to add to the overall autumn-ness of the event.

*Later, we’re going to make Sukkot Kugel and pumpkin muffins and say some prayers under our beautiful Sukkah. We’re supposed to sleep under the Sukkah and watch the stars, but I think that’s a little too Ortho for us.

*A very happy Sukkot to all the Jews and Jews for Jesus in the crowd!

Songs of the day:
The Chain: Fleetwood Mac (in honor of construction paper chains for Sukkot)
Autumn Sweater: Yo La Tengo (in honor of autumn)
Maneater: Hall & Oates (in honor of K and my response to gross men)

Bathing With Smart Writers

Yesterday:
*Spent two hours and ten minutes in the bathtub with Katherine Anne Porter. Pale Horse, Pale Rider is so intense. All three stories in the collection blew me away.
*Ate about half a box of Kashi Heart to Heart honey roasted cereal (is anyone else addicted to this?)

Today:
*Procrastinating on my annotation by writing about Porter on my blog. (I just read online that she was friends with a Nazi. A friend of the Nazis is no friend of mine. And she loved horses! Now, that's a deal-breaker. But it's inescapable, she was an incredible writer.)
*Starting my big old Cheever book (perhaps another bath is in order).
*Revise, revise, revise my own work
*Drink more coffee
*Maybe go dancing again with Kimberley and Debbie. (Since I didn't run this morning, I need to shake my tush.)
*I promised myself no internet until I finished my outline for my Porter annotation. I've got to get off of this computer before it swallows me whole.

"Hey! Do You Want To Come Out, and Play The Game? It's Never Too Late."

Fall is here. This weekend the leaves are supposed to change colors in a big way. Fall is my second favorite season after
Spring because I like hot apple cider, quilts/snuggling, hot baths, orange and yellow and red.

For the few of you that might have noticed, I was without my phone for the past week. I wasn't really without it, but I wasn't feeling like I could communicate with the outer world. While I was in seclusion, I read and wrote a lot, ran daily, ate lots of bananas (great for depression), and atoned on Yom Kippur.

Kimberley and I got pedicures yesterday (Kimberley's first time) and went dancing. I love my sister a lot and she's totally my match humor-wise. For whatever reason, Kimberley (sometimes) introduces herself as "Palestine." She likes to see how people will react. It kind of reminds me of another person (you know who you are) who made up stories in college about being married off after her senior year. Anyway, Kimberley told the pedicure people that her name is Palestine. That's my brilliant sister.

Whoever left "Century Plant" on my voice mail, this morning you made me cry (in a good way). I think there's only one possible person who would think to do that. If you haven't seen "Camp" the movie, it's not to be missed. If you were an arts school/arts camp kid, this movie is for you. Person who left message, how did you call me from a Virginia phone number? I'm confused. I'm no longer cell phone free. Let's talk.

I've been noticing a dramatic increase in melancholy on the blogs I read. Is there something collective going on (like when girls living together get their period at the same time)? Anyway, I hope it's a passing thing. My spirits are starting to lift.

Middle of next week, I go back to New York for the third housing attempt. Let the games begin/continue.

favorite hair care product: Frizz Ease Step 2 Conditioner
favorite bubble bath product: Aveda Energizing Body Cleanser

happy vs. HAPPY; Spork vs. Spark

I was reading in Kimberley’s Stanford alumni magazine about this psychology professor, Jeanne Tsai, who studies happiness. She says, “European-Americans aspire more often to a high-energy elation… However people raised in more collective Asian cultures aspire more often to a tranquil joy.” I’m definitely Euro-American based on that analysis (and on everything else), but ever since I read that article, I’ve been really aware of my ideas of happiness. I’m trying to slow my pace and feel good about my life. Mostly, the big change is I’m taking baths almost every night. But I can feel myself moving through the world differently.

Speaking of this slower pace, sometimes I feel like I’ve got so much energy, there isn’t room for others to relate to me. I’ve been thinking about the difference between a spork and a spark. (The dictionary says a spork is a combination of a spoon and a fork and a spark is an electrical discharge.) I think some of my relationships tend to be more sporky than sparky. Here are my own definitions:

A spork relationship: One in which two things try to fit together but don’t. As one unit, they are still functional, with their own unique humor, but a spork relationship is not sustainable or practical. It’s unheard of for most people to use sporks instead of spoons and forks. There just isn’t a demand. Spork relationships can be fun and silly, but they exist based on their tchotchke appeal more on anything else.

A spark relationship: Full of stimulation. Long lasting based on a mutual desire to discover new things about each other. The key word is “mutual”. Art, fire, electricity, change, and in most cases life require a spark.

So my Rosh Hashanah goals include:
-Learning to find a balance between a high-energy and a tranquil sense of happiness
-Creating more spark relationships

Losing A Best Friend

There’s nothing easy about ending a friendship. It’s been really hard to go from being attached at the hip to someone for four years to knowing it’s all over. One of the worst parts is that my whole idea of the person has changed. I think in a lot of ways I was blind to certain elements of the person and to our relationship. I’m a believer and I put a lot of work into relationships, but sometimes I don’t know when to let things go. This is the time when I evaluate what’s happened and also let myself grieve. I want to feel like I’ve learned and that I won’t make the same mistakes again.

Every day is different now. I was talking to a Bay Area friend of mine the other night and she said that age 27 is the year of really high highs and really low lows. It’s completely true. I’d like to move out of that soon. Maybe I can fake it and pretend my birthday is sooner than April.

I was saying to someone that it’s weird thinking about how people break-up every day all over the world. Sometimes I think that I’ll be better off alone for a long time. I thought I would want to get in another relationship, but I think I really need time to feel what it’s like to stand on my own two feet.

Some moments, I just want to sit around and let it all sink in. Others, I want to keep moving.

What I’ve got: my writing, good friends and family, the financial help to start a life in New York, and Cornelius.

I know everything will get better with time; I just wish I could be a more patient person.

Perfect Timing!

I just got home from a day of soy lattes, beautiful weather, running, and generally feeling better. I worked on my writing and feel like I'm catching up with the work I need to be doing.

Guess what! A new package arrived from Aimee. Happiness is art from a friend. This was the perfect time for me to get such an amazing gift. It's like you knew.... Thanks for brightening my day!

And a big thanks to everyone for being so supportive. I'm so lucky to have so much community and love and support.

No More Settling

Per Aimee’s advice, I am going to visualize all the things that I want in my life. Now that I’m not settling for second rate, I will make a list of what I want in a house, a job, and a relationship. I’m finally going for what I truly want and I believe I can have it.

Housing: hardwood floors, studio, under $1000, close to subway, in Astoria, sunny, a happy home for Cornelius, closets, heat/hot water, reasonably priced utilities, quiet neighbors, safe building, big enough to have a queen size bed, bookshelves, a writing area, good cell phone reception, big enough kitchen area to cook for myself, space to do my belly dancing dvds

Job: respectful and trusting boss, stable hours, not a huge time-suck so I can work on my writing, smart coworkers, the work should be at least stimulating part of the time, good pay and benefits, nothing that puts evil into the world, not a horrible commute, my work stays at work

Relationship: someone who is as smart as me, someone I’m physically attracted to, an honest person who likes themselves, Really important: they must be passionate about something and willing to put their heart into it (this doesn’t have to be writing, it can be anything, but they can’t have a flat-line personality), someone who understands their own emotions and works on themselves, someone who challenges me and knows how to be a friend, someone who isn’t afraid or ashamed of who they are

I really feel like all these things are possible. I know they won’t all come right away, but now that I’m moving in the direction I want to be going, I feel like good things are out there. I’m going to try and read this list every other day to remind myself of the things I can have.

Desperate Times Call For Extraterrestrials

Um, so I am back in Minneapolis and I was cruising craigslist when I discovered this amazing job opportunity. Ah, the life of a writer. I did not make this up! It's a real craigslist ad. Well, dad and mom, is it better than temping?

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Looking for Co-Author - Great Book Idea

I've been working on a book for few years and need help to finish it.
It is about soul journeys of well-known people such as Einstein, Jefferson, Dali and another 9 celebrities. It is fiction. It is based on astrology, extraterrestrial societies (also Robert Shapiro) and (lyrical) fantasy. It describes journeys of these souls through the universe, and also the preparation for earth and the fascination with it. I have already minimum 20 pages on each person.
I published fiction before, but not in the States.
Thanks,
Zoran

Compensation: No Compensation - Agreement
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(So maybe temping would be better?)

Never Forget Fascism It Is Here

This is a picture of the marquee in downtown Duluth. (We took this picture six months ago, but Duluth doesn't change that much.) I like the daily reminder that fascism still exists.

I'm hanging out in my hotel room in Duluth. I really love this town. It's so nice to be on Lake Superior. For the first time in my life, I visited a nursing home yesterday. I sat with Bubbie and Zaddie while they ate dinner. My zaddie is doing really well. It's nice to see him with more energy. They had just watched "Good Night and Good Luck" and my bubbie loved it but they both thought it was too long. I told her I was bored and she told me it's because I'm too young to understand. Naturally.

She really wants to see "Angels in America," but my copy is in Boston and I didn't bring it because I didn't know she wanted to see it. If she thinks "Good Night and Good Luck" is long, wait until she watches "Angels in America." But she can watch it in parts.

Today I went running and then I've been working on my Lorrie Moore annotation. I have to stop myself from saying how much I hate her book, but I do conclude with comments about how she seems to write a lot of things just to prove she's witty. I know my mentor will disagree since everyone at my school worships her, but there you have it.

It's good to finally get some work going. I've been slacking a lot since the great New York search. I think I'm going to find a place in Astoria. I'm interested to know more about Greenpoint. Is it too Oberliny? A few people have suggested it to me. Keep the suggestions coming. I've got to remember to visualize my dream job and home so I can make it happen.

Note to my big sister: I can't wait to see your new glasses!!!
Note to Riva: where are you?
Note to self: don't ever watch "The View" again.

Update: I just went to dinner with my hillarious Bubbie. She told me that she used to hang out with a couple of other girls when she was a kid. And they used to call people RB's (which is Rich Bitches). Naturally, I'm scandalized.

Life of the Unemployed Commuter

Last night I had a dream there were all these huge red birds (parrot-size, but not parrots, like gigantic cardinals or something) in my front yard in Florida. My mom, of course, was not interested in all, since she hates nature, but my dad got out all these bird books and we were trying to figure out what they were. One of the baby birds got stuck in my bathtub and we were trying to save it. We got the little guy out and he flew back to one of the gigantic nests in the tree. Then a bunch of tourists came to our house to look at the birds. Before we could get close, the birds flew away. What does it all mean?

I'm off to Minneapolis this morning. I hope that I don't die of dehydration since I'm not allowed liquids on my flights. Anything to help prevent terrorism.

(Oh! This fantastic picture is one of the many google images finds. Apparently, this man named Joe Cover was a boxer at the University of Minnesota. Maybe I'll see him while I'm there.)

I'm fighting a cold (from all the travel) so last night I watched four hours of Degrassi Junior High. I watched the one where Snake's brother comes out of the closet and it made me wonder what I was feeling when I sat through that episode in my 8th grade health class. I wonder if I felt embarassed or indifferent or what. Anyway, I'm glad in the end Snake accepts his brother and comes to understand that just because his all-star athlete/med-school/over-achieving brother is gay, doesn't mean he will be. And all in a half an hour's time! If I were Snake, I'd want to be gay because not only is his brother a homo, he's also better at everything than Snake.
I also watched the one where Wheels' parents get killed by a drunk driver. Covering all the bases. They really raised the stakes since Wheels was in a fight with his parents right before they died. I guess the lesson is never to fight with your parents. No, that can't be right.

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Music of the day:
Degrassi Junior High Theme Song

Wake up in the morning, feeling shy and lonely,
Gee, I gotta go to this school.
I don't think I can make it, don't think I can take,
I wonder what I'm gonna do.
But when I look around and see,
that someone is smiling right at me,
wait, someone talkin' to me, hey, I gotta new friend.
Everybody can succeed, all you gotta do is believe,
let's be honest with yourself, forget your fears and doubts,
come on give us a try at Degrassi Junior High.
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Off to the midwest...

So Much For That...

Yesterday, I interviewed for a job only to learn that they thought I had an MSW. Hello, read my resume. No where does it indicate any such thing.

And, I spent a long time in the rain waiting for the possible roommate. After meeting and hanging out for an hour, I came back to Boston. She had to find out for sure if the place could have cats. She just called and said she's really sad to tell me they can't.

So back to square one.

I guess I'm moving in with the first person afterall.
Still no job...
Sigh.

98.9% Sure

Got home about 12:30. Really, really tired. I left this morning at 8:15 am so it's been a day of it.

And the rain.

Let me tell you something. New Yorkers do nothing lightly including rainfall. And of course I wouldn't buy an umbrella since combined, Kimberley and I have five. Not that I brought one of them to NY with me.

Anyway, lots of annoying things about this trip. But I'm moving in the direction of actually living there.

I've come to love that place on the corner of 38th and (I think) 7th, but it could be 8th ave. It's near Penn Station. The place with the extensive and not over-priced salad bars. You'd know it if you saw it. (Notice this nice picture of olde time new york I found. selling ties for only 35 cents! also, i just realize there's no "cents" sign on a mac keyboard. is that true or am i a fool?)

I never thought I'd say this but it's good to be back in Somerville.

Just finishing a 1 am bowl of my new favorite cereal, Vive by (groan) kashi.

I supposed sleeping is next on my list.

New reading material: Collected stories of Katherine Anne Porter (including Pale Horse, Pale Rider)
New music: anything where I can't hear other people talking on their cell phones.
New favorite pet: psych! cornelius forever!!!

The Life Of A Dysfunctional Metronome

So, tomorrow afternoon I have another interview in the Bronx. Then I’m going to try to meet up with my other possible roommate.

Back and forth, back and forth…

I can’t believe how all over the place I am right now.

Tomorrow, off to Bronx and Brooklyn.
Then, Monday, I leave for Minneapolis and Duluth.
Then I come back to Boston a week later.
And finally, I move to Brooklyn on the first of October.

It’s not like me to be this go, go, go.
I’m excited to get to settle down a bit.

Went out dancing last night with Kimberley. At first, the music was kind of slow. We requested Prince and the bisexual DJ must not know anything about Prince because he played “Pop Life,” which is a good song, but not a fast dance song. The music started to pick up and we really got down. I’m going to miss our dance-a-thons when I’m not living here.

Oh! Kimberley and I saw a guy on his bike get hit by a car last night. He was okay, but it made me think about when I hit was on my bike and hit Adrian on his bike. So scary.

Fruit of the day: avocado

p.s. I realize this image is incredibly cheese-ridden but I couldn't help myself. I heart google images.

Park Slope, Baby!

So, I'm doing it! I'm taking the home in Park Slope in early October. I'm really excited, but also worried.

Excitement:
-perfect location (right above the tea lounge and across the street from the coop)
-nice roommate (we're alike, but also different, and I feel like we could get along well.)
-cute place (she did a good decorating job)
-great roof views (i can't wait to tak pictures from the roof, you can see everywhere and it's stunning.)
-not super expensive

Worries:
-our cats won't get along (we're going to give it a trial run and if it doesn't work, I'll find somewhere else)
-very small (no common space, small bedroom, tiny kitchen)
-not a lot of fresh air circulating through the place (not great when there will be two cats involved)

Wish me luck! Now I just need a job...

Yesterday, All My Troubles Seemed So Yesterday

Yesterday Kim and I had a Queens brunch at 2:30 pm. Yup, it took a while to get going. My whole day was so NY food. Or at least NY food that I only partake in when I'm here.

I had:
a mimosa, a Mexican omlette (okay, but I need to stop eating Mexican food outside the Bay Area), three cups of coffee (Greek-style), and some potatoes.

We went to the Upper East Side so see this gallery that was featuring women comic artists. It could have been more extensive, but I loved the show. The gallery woman hadn't heard of Vanessa Davis, so I put in a plug for our high school superstar. Check out these two women who are new to me (I don't know how to hyperlink, so just google 'em): Debbie Dreschler and Diane Noomin (see picture). (They even had some Roz originals, which I know isn't original, but I was excited. Oh, and they had that woman who does those great pictures for The Drama Magazine, Miles. The ones we had hanging up in Mpls.)

Then we walked and walked, stopping at Gracious Home for Kim's attempt at retail therapy. I've never seen such practical purchases: a shoe holder and a catch for the kitchen sink. But it made her happy and I aim to please.

We were looking for a combo of coffee for me and ice cream for Kim. I refused every Starbuck's in an attempt to prove that we didn't have to stoop so low. And by 6:45, we didn't! We found our new tradition: Follow Me Cafe, the cutest and yummiest little place where we will gather a week before Kim's birthday (as it is now) every year that we live in the city.

I ate: hummus with warm and fresh foccacia, two lattes, and half of this warm apricot,vanilla ice cream, walnuts, and chocolate sauce dessert.

Then we spent twenty minutes in Duane Reade while I chose the perfect hair bands and concealor, since I left mine in Queens.

After this, we parted ways so I can meet up with the always wondrous Tara. We caught up, walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and back, and had a grand time. We've never lived in the same city so if I live here, it's going to be a whole new level of friendship. How excellent.

Eventually, I hopped a train back to Queens and met Kim and her friend (the one who thinks I look like Nelly Furtado) back at the place where I had my morning brunch. I had half a mojito (this time, delicious).

Finally, Kim and I found a tape of School of the Arts (the high school we went to before I moved to Interlochen) and let me tell you, I was such a ham. (Shocking!) I demanded camera time in every single thing we did. We watched two hours of game shows. I cannot believe they considered our classes educational. It's amazing what we got away with. Hours of complete silliness and inappropriateness.

When Kim and I were in a television class (we were both communications majors), our teacher lost herself. She was this normal, great woman who looked like a tv anchor and taught us all about the biz. One day, she stopped wearing makeup. The next day, her hair stopped being sprayed. Then, she came in and said something horrible to one of the heavier students in the middle of class. The same day, she called one of the kids in my class a "faggot." I really wish we had it on tape. The whole thing was completely surreal. He had just jumped on a plastic bag full of grapefruits while wearing a red rain slicker (it was for a game show). The grapefruit got all over the camera and she got so angry. Kim thinks she also threw a paper towel dispenser at him. I don't know about this. Anyway, next thing we knew, rumors were flying and she was fired. Kim remembers hearing that she caught her husband in bed with another woman and burned her house down. Ah, Florida. I just thought she was going through a rough divorce. The next time I saw her, she was working at a Natural Foods Store as a cashier in a plaza near my house. I was so ashamed for her that I didn't go back for a long time. Good old Palm Beach County School of the Arts.

Today's plan: buy Kim an early birthday brunch at the place of her choice, pack up and ship off to Boston. Hopefully I can get some reading done on the train. I'm so behind on school stuff.

p.s. I'm routing for Kim to have a blog.
p.p.s. song of the hour: anything Muzak, since I've decided working for Muzak could be a dream job.

here's the picture where we're twins

check it out

Nelly Furtado

Kim's friend thinks I look like Nelly Furtado.