I’m going to Cade’s fancy schmancy corporate holiday party on Friday night. I had to buy a little black dress, but now I can’t decide what shoes to wear.
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I’ll miss that speech about how “I’m not here to make friends”
So America’s Next Top Model.
My favorite time of year
I tend to leave my camera at home, unless I know I’m going to do or see something that I want to capture. Lately, though, I’ve tried to bring the camera on walks around the neighborhood when I run errands. After an unusually mild Halloween, New York got cold yesterday. Central Park’s leaves are finally catching up to some of the colorful ones I snapped pictures of in the last two weeks. Sadly, most of those leaves, particularly those at the playground, have now been shed. Winter’s coming, and I’m not quite ready.
Bullseye
I’m not exactly sure why we still celebrate Columbus Day, as the explorer got it all wrong and ended up in Hispaniola, the present-day Dominican Republic, instead of the place he intended to be. That’s not such a big deal, though. The problematic part was when Columbus planted his little flag into the “uninhabited” earth only a few minutes before coughing and promptly wiping out tons of natives. The hardy ones left were exploited and history was made.
Underpants omen
I woke up this morning and realized I went to bed with my underwear inside out.
Woo hoo! Great things are in store for me. Of that, I’m sure.
One of those dull weekend recaps
This chilly fall weekend has been one remarkable mostly for my exposure to some new restaurants. Otherwise, I have been nursing a budding cold and sleeping most of the day. After the exhausting field trip on Friday, which I can look at relative to my prior teaching experience and appreciate as really not that exhausting, one of my nostrils went awol. I couldn’t breathe through it. My head ached, and I felt tired. It was time for some cold medicine.
The parts where the music swells
What to write about? I think I’m going to go all stream of consciousness on you, because my thoughts are a gelatinous world inside my head, like how I always imagined the cytoplasm of a cell looks.
The Hanes 50/50 offensive
Speaking of offensive t-shirts, I saw a teenage boy skulking around in one on Thursday that said, “I lost my virginity. Can I take yours?”
