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Long time. No time to really write this. Only writing because I should, of course, be doing something else (namely, packing for 4 days in New York). Busy busy. Grad school applications looming on the horizon (terrifying). Probably applying to the following:
1. NYU (not likely)
2. Fordham (probably likely?)
3. London Business School (REALLY not likely)
4. King's College, University of London (actually probably likely for the program I'm eyeing)
5. Manchester? CUNY? idk idk idk.
I actually can't even think about it right now or I'll give myself hives and eat everything in the house.
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Hopping an 8:30 a.m. train tomorrow, heading to Penn Station with my dear, dear friend Nick who is moving to Bangkok this week. He has a flight to Dubai tomorrow night and invitations to some Fashion Week shows tomorrow afternoon, but his blog co-editor can't come with him... so he's taking me to the shows in her stead. Should be a fun last hurrah for us, at least until he's back in the states around Christmastime. I've actually become pretty distressed over his not being around for the next few months. He's one of my favorite people these days. Ugghh. Sad.
Jian's up in the city already to cover a few shows and press events, my friend Becca is there -- who I haven't seen in YEARS -- Zella will be there Monday, so we are sadly missing each other -- and of course, the usual suspects, my very best friends, who happen to all be locals. I need to see Lis tomorrow since she's heading out of town Friday... hair appointment with Kristin Friday at her house soon as she's off work... akjnkjdfg. Chelsea is hosting the beau and I, which is amazing of her, but also great news because I will get to spend some quality time with one of my oldest friends! And Mish lives on the upper east side, too, so we'll hopefully see a lot of him. And Amy Ruth's isn't far from Alex's new place just north of Harlem. Ay yi yi. I just... yeah. I should go wash my hair. And charge my camera. And try to find clothes to bring with me for the next few days that can all squish into my duffel. Oh man. It's already 10 o'clock. I have to wake up at 6 a.m. omgdfgjnkdsfjgksdbgsdfh.
Also, I am hideously broke, so not sure who will fund my eating and drinking over the course of the next few days, since my last bit of money is, well, going to my hair (it's IMPORTANT, okay?!). Pretend you can't all see me eyeing my boyfriend's wallet right now. One day I will be a rich woman. Just... not today. Or tomorrow. But one day. And then I'll buy you all big, ten-course dinners and jewels and baubles. Hold me to that, because I mean it.
Did you know that changes in seasons make me feel in love? Summer to Fall and Cold to Not-Cold. It's so beautiful. It's something palpable in the air and soon as I pick up on it, I just feel in love all the freakin' time. Not that I wasn't to begin with. But it's so heightened twice a year. Twitterpated. Like woah.
1. NYU (not likely)
2. Fordham (probably likely?)
3. London Business School (REALLY not likely)
4. King's College, University of London (actually probably likely for the program I'm eyeing)
5. Manchester? CUNY? idk idk idk.
I actually can't even think about it right now or I'll give myself hives and eat everything in the house.
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Hopping an 8:30 a.m. train tomorrow, heading to Penn Station with my dear, dear friend Nick who is moving to Bangkok this week. He has a flight to Dubai tomorrow night and invitations to some Fashion Week shows tomorrow afternoon, but his blog co-editor can't come with him... so he's taking me to the shows in her stead. Should be a fun last hurrah for us, at least until he's back in the states around Christmastime. I've actually become pretty distressed over his not being around for the next few months. He's one of my favorite people these days. Ugghh. Sad.
Jian's up in the city already to cover a few shows and press events, my friend Becca is there -- who I haven't seen in YEARS -- Zella will be there Monday, so we are sadly missing each other -- and of course, the usual suspects, my very best friends, who happen to all be locals. I need to see Lis tomorrow since she's heading out of town Friday... hair appointment with Kristin Friday at her house soon as she's off work... akjnkjdfg. Chelsea is hosting the beau and I, which is amazing of her, but also great news because I will get to spend some quality time with one of my oldest friends! And Mish lives on the upper east side, too, so we'll hopefully see a lot of him. And Amy Ruth's isn't far from Alex's new place just north of Harlem. Ay yi yi. I just... yeah. I should go wash my hair. And charge my camera. And try to find clothes to bring with me for the next few days that can all squish into my duffel. Oh man. It's already 10 o'clock. I have to wake up at 6 a.m. omgdfgjnkdsfjgksdbgsdfh.
Also, I am hideously broke, so not sure who will fund my eating and drinking over the course of the next few days, since my last bit of money is, well, going to my hair (it's IMPORTANT, okay?!). Pretend you can't all see me eyeing my boyfriend's wallet right now. One day I will be a rich woman. Just... not today. Or tomorrow. But one day. And then I'll buy you all big, ten-course dinners and jewels and baubles. Hold me to that, because I mean it.
Did you know that changes in seasons make me feel in love? Summer to Fall and Cold to Not-Cold. It's so beautiful. It's something palpable in the air and soon as I pick up on it, I just feel in love all the freakin' time. Not that I wasn't to begin with. But it's so heightened twice a year. Twitterpated. Like woah.