Perhaps less wise, but a bit more tan. That's the way I like it.
It has been so many moons since I have written! After my brief but lovely sojourn in CA (more about that later), I had my wisdom teeth pulled yesterday! It wasn't as horrible as I expected, and I've yet to use any vicodin. Perhaps I'll just save all the pills and give them to Hannah (remember when Bren got his teeth pulled sophomore year? we were so stupid!). Laid around the house yesterday with a bandage wrapped around my head and pretended I was a world war vet a la Sassoon or Owens. Except that I watched Sex and the City. My two loves M and B came over and they looked at ugly dogs on the computer whilst I indulged in my wartime fantasies. Then we watched Real World, which is such a lovely guilty pleasure. Now I'm holed up in my bed with a pile of 10 amazing books, some more literary than the other (i.e Genghis Kahn and the Making of the Modern World, vs. Wideacre, a Georgian era Harlequin that I always made fun of S Mcgirl for reading...) I'm trying to make my dad take me back to the computer store to get the free iPod that came with my Powerbook, but I think he is ashame-d to take my in public becuase my cheeks look so nuts, even though he keeps trying to kiss them. My mutti said I look like a tiny chinese baby and to make Mary come over so she could take picture of us together. Why do my parents seem to love me so much more when I look like I'm two?
On another note...CA was uberfun. Chloe and I lazed around the entire time, reading and doing the xword puzzle and eating her strange vegan creations. Actually, I ate ice cream and cereal while she ate, something along the lines of raw barely. mmm. Went into Berkeley for the 4th with her and her friends, which was rather interesting. We went to this band concert in a co-op and the music was horrid and all these boys were dancing in a way that can only be described as like, emo krumping. Though many in attendence achieved the aprorpro hipster look, I couldn't stop staring at this balding collegiate who had on BRIGHT orange socks with his decrepit Tevas. There was some minor drama as well, since Chloe's ex love was there, but is now being sought after by Danielle Steele's youngest daughter, who was decked out in a really ugly punky sweatshirt. I feel sad that she has no taste, becuase her two older sisters are in Vogue all theh time wearing such lovely things. Trag, really. Saw fireworks atop a frat house- they are like 10x less shady than the houses around here, but still it made me feel vaguely gritty and trashy.
Now my teeth are starting to hurt again and my lips are chapped. I'm going to beat Wellesley if they don't send me my stupid rooming info- Mary lives like, 3 blocks away and got hers on Tuesday! I really think the postman has some sort of vendetta against me, since I sometimes "accidently" let Buster out on the lawn to bark at him in a darling but slightly threatening way.
On another note...CA was uberfun. Chloe and I lazed around the entire time, reading and doing the xword puzzle and eating her strange vegan creations. Actually, I ate ice cream and cereal while she ate, something along the lines of raw barely. mmm. Went into Berkeley for the 4th with her and her friends, which was rather interesting. We went to this band concert in a co-op and the music was horrid and all these boys were dancing in a way that can only be described as like, emo krumping. Though many in attendence achieved the aprorpro hipster look, I couldn't stop staring at this balding collegiate who had on BRIGHT orange socks with his decrepit Tevas. There was some minor drama as well, since Chloe's ex love was there, but is now being sought after by Danielle Steele's youngest daughter, who was decked out in a really ugly punky sweatshirt. I feel sad that she has no taste, becuase her two older sisters are in Vogue all theh time wearing such lovely things. Trag, really. Saw fireworks atop a frat house- they are like 10x less shady than the houses around here, but still it made me feel vaguely gritty and trashy.
Now my teeth are starting to hurt again and my lips are chapped. I'm going to beat Wellesley if they don't send me my stupid rooming info- Mary lives like, 3 blocks away and got hers on Tuesday! I really think the postman has some sort of vendetta against me, since I sometimes "accidently" let Buster out on the lawn to bark at him in a darling but slightly threatening way.