I must find an Anthropolgie in the next week and try on the gorgeous clothes before I leave this place forever. I finally gave in last weekend and perused Andrew's aunt's catalog. And I was doing so well not looking at expensive clothing.

( Mostly dresses. )

I went to the theatre yesterday. Under the cut is yesterday's blog entry of the woman I'm staying with who went to see the play with me. This just about sums it up.

( Adventures in Nude Theatre )

Tonight I was at dinner with Holly and Kevin and one of Holly's friends from college who is visiting DC for about a month. And we went to a great little Italian restaurant and ate outside on the patio and everything was quite enjoyable. I do like this city. Eventually the conversation turned to politics, which is fine with me, despite the fact ( Read more... )

I've decided that it's time for a new pair of Chuck Taylor's in a neutral color. My black All-Stars are riddled with holes. The current snow and upcoming muddy season are unforgiving. And I'm not sure if I'm in a place in my fashion life where I'm comfortable with the duct tape look.

And the nominees are:
classy pinstripe

versatile grey ( Read more... )

This is one of the few times in my life when I have felt like an inarticulate and completely ineloquent human being. One of the few times when I've felt that the power of words could never be strong enough to convey the beauty of an experience ( Read more... )

oh, and by the way:

i've gone mostly friends only, if you hadn't noticed. which you probably hadn't since the only people who read this are on my friends list. but leave a message if you are out there and you want to be added.

after rereading the sorcerer's stone there are a couple little things i realized i wanna know the answer to by the time j.k. rowling finishes number seven:

dunno if they're important. probably not.

1. What does Dumbledore really see in the Mirror of Erised? (p.214) I don't buy that he sees socks.
2. How did the Bloody Baron get so damn bloody? ( ( Read more... )

normal people have sex dreams. make-out dreams, even. i have hug dreams.

oh, and my next extravagant and wholly unnecessary purchase goes to a pair of green silk pajamas. you do the math.

Middlebury Students and whom it may concern ( Read more... )

Reading and discussing The Sorcerer's Stone in my class has reaffirmed to me that I am possibly the biggest Harry Potter geek on campus. I am not ashamed, however. I am looking at the class as a learning experience. It's helping me to examine the book(s) from a different angle. Also, I am restraining myself from hypothesizing about possible six ( Read more... )