so true

considering i read like 40 of them a day...

mah bertday

why? 'cause its mah bertday...
yay! balloons!
& on this day, God also created Snoop (no liez)
therefore,

so, i have pnuemonia (and obv. NO idea how to spell it) so there will be lots of gratuitous blogging these next few days. i totally forgot how much i liked having this thing. "why do you blog?" people ask. "so i can make my adoring public look at all the stuff that i like to look at." a very satisfactory answer.

salma hayek, karl lagerfeld, and a dirndl...

this is for my favorite bavarian of all time. momma dragon, i miss you.

THIS IS THE BEST THING IVE HEARD IN AWHILE

on the new york times webpage, this popped out at me. hopefully, the title will intrigue you all as well. "On the Street, the Deciders." It is a narrated photocollage of Bill Cunningham, a NYT photog. Cunningham photographs & then elaborates on what he calls "the 4th dimension of fashion": the concept of the street as the runway. His photographs are varied and lend themselves well to the dialogue. PLEASE READ/LISTEN TO IT HERE: http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2008/09/05/fashion/20080906-street/index.html. I promise you'll like it. ;)

camp lovelyoke...

thats right...tonight at mexican lingo a fellow MoHo saw me from across the restaurant, and came over and started a conversation with the words, "...did you go to mount holyoke?" of course we had a nostalgiafest, and, to be honest, i still have no idea who she is. apparently, she was a senior when i was a freshman and lived on deh 1st floor of mead with mah wife. i must have left quite the impression.
it feels really really weird not to be going back to deh camp lovelyoke...everytime i check my MoHo email account, i always notice that september 4th is convocation. is anyone else having this feeling of displacement? like, for godonlyknows how many years of our lives, there was always a first day of school, and now, no first day.

creepin'

i am in a food coma after a bon din with la familia. an amazing steak dinner was obviously in order to celebrate recent achievements of sissy & myself and also the departure of sissy for la dolce vita in...6 DAYS! so we ate, drank, and were merry & time spent with them is always good for the soul. but i am now le tired after said carnivorous binge...& have to join the human tide early tomorrow! so, sleep well loved ones!

I GOT A JOB

I GOT A JOB...and i feel fierce, and accomplished, but i feel like i should still investigate this little book, you know, just to see what's good.

smoke free is deh way to beeee...

...NOT ME! today makes 3 cigarette free weeks for meeeeee...and honestly, i feel like i can notice a difference.

bumpah stickahsss!

some of mah flavorites from from the most addictive application facebook has EVER created. EVER.

I MISSED YOU! i hope you missed me. i spent deh weekend in deh little house by deh sea, slangin' fried clams & fish n' chips (no rings, foolz, no rings) to sunburned tourists accompanied by a pulsing backbeat of christian pop music in portugese. talk about sensory overload. but i am not complaining at all, like good parents, they keep taking me back.

i also started a v. glam jewelery course this weekend. the instructor is a charming little colombian man who just wants us to be creative...how perfect is this? granted, his aesthetic is a lot more geometric and pared down than mine is, but thats all secondary considering that i'm so excited to learn allllll the sweet techniques...like who knew you could make your own jump rings? not i.

oooh duckies i hope everyone had an enjoyable 4th! i hope you all did the american thing and grilled lots of meat and drank lots of beer. me? i sat on vanessa's sofa and got leh to the face while watching the Boston Pops' fireworks SPECTACULARRR (the all-caps just felt so necessary). i've never been a big 4th of july reveler to begin with, so i felt like i commemorated the birth of our nation in a way true to myself. meh. what else? ah yes, the tour-guiding gig which i love to hate. twice in a row now i've had buses of HIGH SCHOOL MARCHING BANDS FROM MINNESOTA. no way, you say. yes way, i counter. its moments like that when i have to ask myself if it gets any geekier. i can say with some degree of certainty that it, in fact, does not. watching them though, aside from the brutal combination of "high-school band kid" & native midwesterners, it makes me realize that you could NEVER pay me enough to go back to high school, although, i must confess (and not without a certain degree of smugness) that i am that girl who is sosososososo excited to go back and laugh at everyone at her 5th year reunion.

while im blogging about it...

fierce.
they see me rollin' they hatin'...obviously gold lame & wigs are proper segway attire