outside outside outside outside!
i am in the city. hoorah! I have not been here for 24 hours yet and already I have done some extreme shopping (which reminds me of my plan for powla to participate in eXtreme eating...). I got a v. beautfiful spring/summer coat, two pairs of shoes, four shirts, and two dresses. I really don't go shopping often, but when I shop, I shop. and it not over yet.
last night we went to an advanced screening of The Alamo. It was good but too long and dragged a bit in parts. Puis, we walked around on 5th and I went to not one TWO prada stores. I have an affinity for prada shoes, they are so nice. I want prada loafers very badly but alas, I do not have $300 plus. Curse my teenage spending limits. I still have not gone to the Prada store down near Soho which is 20,000 sq ft. It will be a mecca. Through my research I have found that at this store you can trace the indepth history of every item in the store...and the walls in the dressing room change color on command. I wish i was Miuccia Prada, really badly. Speaking of wanting to be an Italian fashion entreprenuer...there is a chance I may go to Italy this summer in august, yep, right after barnard and before the Seva Program at Kripalu. This summer is going to intense.
Today we wandered around the village and then into soho and then over to china town. even though I have no desire for fake designers handbags, I thoroughly enjoy hunting for them on canal st. It was the best today because the police were everywhere so when you found a place that sold illegal bags you were herded into a tiny storage and an angry chinese people yelled at you to get in quickly. then they pull the temporary wall down to hide the from the police, while you stand in the dark half scared, but mostly very amused. We got kicked out of a couple places b/c the cops were coming. this one lady kept screaming at us, "outside! outside! outside! outside!". the whole operation is tres amusing, especially since I don't care and wish the places would get ambushed by police while i was in there. oh the hunt for fake bags is a dangerous one.
finally got my SATs score today...i am not unhappy with my score but I know I can do better. my dad set a score for me before i took the test and said that if I didn't get it I would have to take kaplan. fucker, i got 10 points under what I would've needed to spare my soul of kaplan. not fair. this whole SAT business is nuts. i think i did fine, why does my dad have to care so damn much. oh well, its for my own good.
last night we went to an advanced screening of The Alamo. It was good but too long and dragged a bit in parts. Puis, we walked around on 5th and I went to not one TWO prada stores. I have an affinity for prada shoes, they are so nice. I want prada loafers very badly but alas, I do not have $300 plus. Curse my teenage spending limits. I still have not gone to the Prada store down near Soho which is 20,000 sq ft. It will be a mecca. Through my research I have found that at this store you can trace the indepth history of every item in the store...and the walls in the dressing room change color on command. I wish i was Miuccia Prada, really badly. Speaking of wanting to be an Italian fashion entreprenuer...there is a chance I may go to Italy this summer in august, yep, right after barnard and before the Seva Program at Kripalu. This summer is going to intense.
Today we wandered around the village and then into soho and then over to china town. even though I have no desire for fake designers handbags, I thoroughly enjoy hunting for them on canal st. It was the best today because the police were everywhere so when you found a place that sold illegal bags you were herded into a tiny storage and an angry chinese people yelled at you to get in quickly. then they pull the temporary wall down to hide the from the police, while you stand in the dark half scared, but mostly very amused. We got kicked out of a couple places b/c the cops were coming. this one lady kept screaming at us, "outside! outside! outside! outside!". the whole operation is tres amusing, especially since I don't care and wish the places would get ambushed by police while i was in there. oh the hunt for fake bags is a dangerous one.
finally got my SATs score today...i am not unhappy with my score but I know I can do better. my dad set a score for me before i took the test and said that if I didn't get it I would have to take kaplan. fucker, i got 10 points under what I would've needed to spare my soul of kaplan. not fair. this whole SAT business is nuts. i think i did fine, why does my dad have to care so damn much. oh well, its for my own good.