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wherein i reveal some of my more shallow pursuits

Not much to report – just another Tuesday, I suppose. Though I’m damn hungry right now. I hate that.

My life is going to be really boring for the next 11 weeks. But who’s counting? I am, that’s for damn sure. I’m counting every last freaking second of it.

Yes indeed, the reality of school has set in. HOW much do I have to read? HOW much do I have to write?

Last night it was re-reading K*therine M*nsfield’s “Prelude” and starting in on Virgini@ W00lf’s “Mrs. D@llow@y”. The only other W00lf I’ve ever read is “T0 th# L*ghthouse” a few years back. It took me a while to get into that one – getting used to her stream-of-consciousness / shifting perspectives style – but once I did I loved it. I’m hoping that happens with this one. Haven’t been sucked in just yet.

For fear that I get too brainy or deep or something I’ve been trying to balance my school work with some serious shopping. Or at least attempts at shopping. It happens every year – I become fixated with a certain item that I have to have but the problem is that said item is usually just something I’ve imagined in my head. GB says I just invent the impossible dream. It never seems too complicated to me but once I hit the stores I can never find the item to my exact liking.

A few years ago it was the hooded black zip-up cardigan. These days you can’t throw a credit card without hitting a hooded black zip-up cardigan, but way back in the days of Fall 2000 it was quite the mission.

That year was also the season of my search for non-leather knee-high boots. Thank heavens for Nordstrom for finally coming through with a nice pair of stretch fabric boots for only $100. Then this summer I found a really great pair of non-leather ones via Aerosole. They’re cute and comfortable and I got them on sale for only $40.

This year it’s the lace-up ankle book with a chunky heel. How hard should that be? Well let me tell you, my friend, it’s freakin’ hard. I’m trying to replace a pair I bought about four years ago. That pair, that wonderful perfect pair is quite worn out and now, for the life of me, I can’t find what I want. Everything that’s even remotely close is either in brown, has some stupid skinny heel or is just too trendy / trash-funky looking.

What I would give for some nice classic lace-up ankle chunky-heeled boots. In black of course. Do I look like the kind of girl who buys very many shoes in colors other than black? Don’t even ask how many pairs of black shoes I have – it ain’t pretty.

Did I mention how much studying I’ve been doing recently? I think I deserve some mindless shopping. In fact I’m hitting the mall post-lunch today- just because I can. And because tonight I have to write three 1-2 page response papers plus read more of “Mrs. Dalloway”.

Tomorrow night is reserved to spend time w/ GB and hopefully Angel Boy if we can get in touch with him and he doesn’t have band practice. I just really want to spent tomorrow night with the people I spent it with last year.

It will help it feel as right as it ever possibly could, you know?

12:46 pm - 09.10.02

sounds: R*lo K*lly
words: Mrs. D@lloway
i am: hungry

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