I remember the moment I fell in love ( Read more... )

My spring break entry will have to come in two parts.
Part 1:

NYC was lovely.  She is the same as ever and I can still hear her calling my name.

I saw Lance Bass walking down the street.

At moments when I had no idea where to go my mind shifted into NY mode and I was able to remember the exact location of all my old hang outs: Cafe Lalo, Whole Foods ( Read more... )

Heading to Manhattan.
Wondering if it'll be home for a while.
For life.
Ever.
Never.

See you in a week, fans.

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And now its time for an end-of-the-semester wrap-up. Its that bi-annual review of who I am now compared to who I was 5 months ago ( Read more... )

There is an art to dining alone. To paraphrase a the movie Hope Floats, you have to look like you want to be there ( Read more... )

He called me around 10.  By 10.45 I was in Brooklyn.  He picked me up at the subway stop and walked me to the party.  I was still in my work clothes and my association with Mahattan was obvious.  But he made it okay.  He was warm and his thrift-store pants were green.  I joked with his friends and he poured me a beer that I eventually warmed in my ( Read more... )

I'm having about three thousand half ideas about grad school--none of which I can truly make a complete idea until millions of little pieces fit together.   I've suddenly become interested in Art and Design History as a dual degree--but I don't speak a second language, nor do I have a Bachelor of Arts (I have science).  Part of me wants to apply ( Read more... )

Ashlee ( Read more... )