July 27, 2009
Tomorrow is my birthday and right now I’m knee-deep in physics problems. I’m distracting myself every few minutes, however, with pictures of things that I would otherwise be hunting for. Lately I’ve picked up the “quality over quantity” way of life, thinking that I should buy more expensive things, but fewer of them. Unfortunately, I’ve bastardized this philosophy so that it’s more “quality and quantity” — thankfully I’ve only looking at tres designer things, so I can’t even afford to be tempted.
I don’t have a spending addiction (I don’t! I’ll stop anytime I want. Next week.) but there are things that I am always on the lookout for (Hint: they rhyme with “m-shoes,” “m-bowties,” and “m-books.”) and these few things I “desperately” need:
A casual white blazer. (You could argue that I can only wear this in the summer, but I would counter that California is always sunny, suckah.)
A non-grandpa grey cardigan. I came home from Big University for summer break and noticed that my grandma had gotten into my closet and looted my favorite cashmere — I don’t know if this says that my grandma is stylish or that I’m an old lady.
Well-fitting blue jeans. I’ve always had trouble finding jeans that fit my skinny calves and large rear. Lately I’ve been working out (I know, right?) so I have to contend with growing quads, too. I used to wear skinny jeans but have started to move away from them, which is igniting a larger identity crisis than I would care to admit.
July 13, 2009
I just got my firs big boy camera recently. It’s a Canon Rebel xs and I think I’m in love.
Some of my friends from high school and I went out for dinner tonight and I took it out for its public debut. There were so many adorable kids and dogs and outfits that I could hardly take a step without wanting to snap a picture. Apparently, though, there are rules to taking pictures — as in you’re not really allowed to.
I took a picture of this cutie when he ran up to me while I was eating a caprese sandwich. As I was taking his picture, the owner calls to me, incredulously, “are you taking a picture??” She then gets up and moves to a table 50 feet away.
The owner of this cuter was much friendlier though.
So friendly, in fact, that it got a little creepy. The dog wouldn’t leave my friend Tanvi alone and the owner kept repeating that the dog was a real “chick magnet.”