I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
10. I read Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Interpreter of Maladies and The Namesake. I loved The Namesake and felt really sad when I finished it. I’ve heard that it’s supposed to be made into a film, so we’ll see how that goes. I also read and adored Curtis Sittenfeld’s second novel, The Man of My Dreams. Sittenfeld is such a raw, honest, fantastic writer. Read her now.
10. Don’t forego sunscreen, especially if you are fair-skinned with light-colored eyes. This should be obvious, but all those flesh-baring summery tops provide enough skin to potentially start a deadly melanoma collection. Also, if you don’t protect your skin from UV rays now, you’ll look like an old, leather handbag when you’re fifty.
Ten Things I Intend To Subject You To Once I Get Some Time To Blog
10. A few graphic accounts of [more] public vomiting.
So the finale of America’s Next Top Model was anticlimactic. I really had no preference for either of the final two. The ever-suspenseful editing didn’t help, either. Of course, Danielle was going to win. She was the one harped on about her accent, and she got food poisoning, but she’s tall, beautiful, thin, and can walk. This screams Adrian, winner of ANTM: Cycle 1. How often do models talk anyway? And honestly, ANTM hasn’t exactly launched any big modeling careers. Anyhow, I think Abby would not have necessarily been a better ANTM winner, but a better contestant than most of the girls.
“If you don’t have big breasts, put ribbons in your pigtails.”
10. I generally have no sense of direction.
9. I’m a spelling and grammar snob, but I don’t know if it’s “familiar” or “familar.”
1. Martin, a student of Ms. O. who loves to launch any and all projectiles during class, was flicking balls of paper with rubber bands again last week. Actually, he found one particularly effective rubber band and used it to launch ball after ball into the air, at the teacher’s face, onto the overhead projector… Some strange rubbery pieces were hanging off the rubber band, but it worked well nonetheless. Martin lovingly stroked his rubber band. He’d never go without it again. He didn’t put it down all period…until someone pointed out that it was the lip of a condom.
