How did a nitwit like you get so tasteful?

finally, birthday celebration

2009-10-25T23:14:26Z

Lana Velvet Pouf

Most excellent, it is finally mine.

joraina @ 2009-09-22T11:14:00

2009-09-22T15:41:33Z

So, as a matter of point, I went to the Maryland Rennaissance Festival, and as per norm, my parents and I dressed up.

Unfortunately, no pictures of my parents (I asked if they wanted any but it seems they have been so many times they don't need them. This was a new outfit for me though, so...there are lots of pictures of it. Ha, I like the combination: Free People, Free People, Erica Weiner...and then RennFaire corset, Spencer's top, old riding boots. Old with new.)

Knife-throwing. I very much enjoyed this.

But nothing can surpass archery, my one true ~~love~~ sport. *sighs*

My only wish is that I owned such a recurve as this one Props à la Hayden-Harnett. Oh, if only. I would trade in Hadhafang for that.

Unfortunately, my parents and I have not been getting along very well at all. They are pretty much trying to control every facet of my life. They are always hanging around surreptitiously monitoring me. I would very much like for them to go away. Indeed, I spend a significant portion of my time secretly rebelling against them in ways that only end up harming me in the end. They seem to be unable to understand that I am not able to conduct myself logically when I feel controlled or watched. I am unable to get healthy and stay healthy if other people are deciding the state of my health for me. I would rather just get revenge on them. But really, I don't want to keep on acting so irrationally. I just can't stop when I am so angry at them. It goes against everything I believe about reasoning out of rage and being properly empathetic towards others. But fuck, I am just so sick of my parents. And I am so sick of these unpredictable angry moods.

joraina @ 2009-09-16T01:08:00

2009-09-16T05:09:29Z

Happy birthday, me!

Unfortunately, it is not the happiest of birthdays given the current state of things, especially with my parents, but they are taking me out to treat me to a pumpkin spice frappuccino. I am greatly looking forward to this.

I realize that I completely forgot to link my wishlist. Not that there's an ElJay obligatory thing, but I usually shamelessly promote it just in case. Anyway, here you go. :P

1993

2009-09-06T18:39:30Z

joraina @ 2009-09-05T02:00:00

2009-09-05T06:02:51Z

Alice in Wonderland Syndrome

I experience this every once in awhile, right before I fall asleep, ever since I was a child. How fascinating. I never knew it was an established syndrome, or that anyone else experienced it.

joraina @ 2009-08-29T17:07:00

2009-08-29T21:19:06Z

ASDFKLJASDLFJKAEFOAIJEFALSDKJFASD SO MUCH WORK TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!

On the bright side, devised an idea for the short story. On the dark side of the bright side (potential conundrum notwithstanding), writing not going so well. My artistic voice is being suppressed by anxiety over needing to write artistically. Must devise remedy or find self in state of risk of potential embarrassment over peers and professor reading work and finding it, perhaps not story-wise lacking, but creativity of verbal-expressiveness lacking. Sigh. Infraction of insensitive lack of binary collaboration yields what can only be termed "failure" indeed.

Note: I rarely ever have problems spelling, but I always stumble over the word "embarrassment." I don't know why I think it has only one "r." Perhaps to use mnemonic or otherwise device: "Barrister" has two r's. Now, is that apostrophe correct?

I do not like this book icon. Please recommend alternate icon?

joraina @ 2009-08-17T23:28:00

2009-08-18T03:28:53Z

I walk down dimly lit streets, holding my Americano tenderly, my nighttime salvation, the hero against sleep. Tonight it is not windy, tonight pebbles do not blow into my eyes and strike and blind me; I can see into the Subway where a homeless man is purchasing a sandwich and a soda. It is quiet out but there are people afoot, crowds of hipsters who gracefully step over the bum huddled at the bottom of a doorstep. There are many derelicts about in this city, and most of them are quiet and haunt the street, heroin crazed, starved, moving with shuffling steps, sometimes waiting patiently in front of the liquor store for hours on end, some in wheelchairs, missing limbs. No one seems to speak to them, and they never speak to one another. I walk around myself drinking in the city tonight momentarily, but instead of seeking shelter, I seek escape from it. But here I am again inside, evading the lamplight that casts only a brief warmth over some corners of the long room.

Summer trips (pun semi-intentional)

2009-08-07T04:39:48Z

Doing some catching up on picture posts. This is the trip I took with Heather (greenigma21) during the weekend of her birthday celebration.

We took the train into the city

Vagabond, a boutique filled with eclectic finds, from Charlotte Ronson bustier rompers to Blank destroyed denim. Also, they have a section in the back devoted entirely to yarn ♥

Then into Topstitch, where leopard print bodysuits are featured alongside porcelain owl figurines, and the girl running the cash register (arms tattooed with chrysanthemums) handmakes leather feather earrings

Twin dress-trying-on at Sugarcube
Bought Publick top

Also worth posting about: went to Reward. They sell great jewelry there as well, as their blog will illustrate.
Bought bomber jacket

Heather's first sake beverage ever

At Haru: Smoked salmon and tuna sushi! My favorites!

I had plum wine for the first time at Buddakan (yes, we stopped at two sushi places, it had to be done); and it was delicious

Rainbow on the way home. If you look closely, there are actually two rainbows.

Returning to Heather's (parents') house - loved the grandiloquent columns

Her family makes their own wine! I think I need to start doing this.

Ray is the devious pool cleaner - he kept squirting us with water whenever he perceived we had let down our guard

The pool was freezing...

We moved to the hot tub

Birthday dinner with excellent pasta (tried vodka sauce for the first time and liked it immensely)

I was, thankfully, not allergic to Psycho-Kitty (whose yowls were impressive for such an old cat, but apparently all the persistent noise was due to senility)

Present-opening (Heather got a lot of Lush products, heh)

There is nothing better than bashing a gigantic cupcake piñata with a big stick.

I enjoyed the sunflowers :)

I, sadly, did not enjoy the cake (why do people like chocolate so much? do not understand; vanilla is far superior)

They had an excellent fire gadget in the back, around which we clustered on lawn chairs

The house across the street...i.e. where I must live someday(!).

Not pictured is our trip to Cherry Hill Mall, and to an upscale outdoor shopping mall with a gigantoid Anthropologie. And the drive around Heather's town, which is endlessly quaint and lovely. South Jersey is niiiiiiice.

joraina @ 2009-07-20T16:58:00

2009-07-20T20:59:45Z

What I most love about this camera is that me looks like me.

joraina @ 2009-07-19T20:07:00

2009-07-20T00:39:30Z

While rearranging the contents of my apartment, I came across my collection of special edition Harry Potter books. I have the first five books in a hardcover UK edition with gilt pages, canvas covers, and the author's signature in gold on the front. I have no idea why I bought all these extravagant books. I vaguely remember purchasing them all in a fit of Harry Potter-obsessed, Amazon.co.uk glee back in high school. I think I paid $140 or so for all five of them.

My "Harry Potter phase" is very much over, so I decided to re-list the books on Amazon. As it seems to be turning out, my books are worth far more than I thought. My copy of Order of the Phoenix has a going rate of, minimum, $120. On Amazon--who knows how much elsewhere? I could probably make around $400 off all five on Amazon.

I'd rather make money right off the bat even if it means forfeiting some future profit, but I do want to maximize my gain. It's just so annoying trying to figure out all this nonsense in regard to printing editions and series. I hate ISBNs. And serial numbers. And seemingly arbitrary annotations. Why isn't there a guide for this? Should I be auctioning on eBay?

joraina @ 2009-07-14T16:41:00

2009-07-14T20:59:05Z

I swear I will post pictures soon...I am so bad at accomplishing tasks.

In other news, Chace Crawford moved into the same apartment complex where Yang's old roommates are currently living. Methinks this is an opportunity to stake out the area in the hope that Ed Westwick might stop by (Chace and Ed are good friends).

Gossip Girl ftw. I still don't understand how the show is going to function when they're all attending different schools. Maybe they will cut a few people. I am hoping they cut Vanessa, and her ridiculous expensive outfits; $1100 Heimstone jackets and Rich & Skinny jeans (I hate that brand. The name is irascibly stupid) when her plotline is all about being unable to pay her Brooklyn rent, and how she comes from a poverty-stricken family -ha! as if; oh, and her backpacking trip across Europe (it seemed so effortless. It costs thousands of dollars to backpack across Europe. Do the producers think we're idiots? I'm insulted). Perhaps they will cut out the entire Humphrey family, too. One can hope.

joraina @ 2009-06-29T19:33:00

2009-06-30T01:49:31Z

I took a break from taking care of the mouseling on Friday to go with my sister to the Sidebar. It's a very small space and I know the members of one of the bands, Dry Season. They recruited a ton of friends to come out and see the show, so I ended up knowing practically half the crowd. Yang designed the flyer for the lineup (see here) which turned out amazing.

The thing about the Sidebar is that every time I go there (not that it's often), I seem to get unplannedly, incredibly drunk. The irony is, the music might actually be experienced better drunk. It's a lot of experimental, instrumental music that very much begs a mellow and hazy state of mind.

Prior to leaving, I took a few pictures of my sister and her friends (though I made a couple cameos myself)

The Sidebar

Yang actually posed for some of the pictures, which was a huge shock

Yang bought me a shot, too. In theory this was a nice thing to do, but I had already had two glasses of wine and a glass of cider, the shot was enough to put me well past "comfortably drunk"

People tend to like to take their shoes off and play barefoot on this stage. I have witnessed this more than once

Loved the girl. I think she was wearing all Anthropologie pieces. There was also a very hot guy in the band, but his face is obscured in all the pictures. Anyway, this band was Zanny the Nanny(?). They were phenomenal, very experimental (you can see them leaning over their unusual instruments)

For reasons I cannot recall, I requested a picture of me squatting on the floor

F always looks quizzical in pictures, I swear

I thought Yang had retired her Furla bag forever, but it made a comeback that night

:D

Dry Season played next, good live as usual

WHY DID THEY BRING THE DEAD TREE...AND WHY IS THERE A TAMBOURINE HUNG ON IT

Getting ready to leave...

Update

2009-06-26T20:07:23Z

"Hello!" (Actually, Nigel showed a complete lack of interest in them. He simply wandered away from them when I set him down nearby. LULZ.

I'm becoming more and more attached to the tiny ones. I don't know if this is a good or bad thing. :|

EDIT: Lexy, do NOT tell Mom I got them. She will most likely flip out.

skillz, i has them?

2009-06-24T03:53:56Z

Honing my newly acquired photography skills...and a visual journey through the Maryland Zoo.

Macro

Action shot

Nighttime/dim light shooting

I ♥ prairie dogs. They were my favorite animals at the zoo once upon a time.

Snap, even I will admit I need a bit of a tan.

Being a bad role model for passing children, who were tempted by our trespassing on the bamboo area to do the same.

I am so happy with this one. It turned out SO well.

The lions were missing from their exhibit, so greenigma21 and I had to take their place in a nearby artificial habitat.

I can't stop looking at this picture...zomg I LOVE THIS CAMERA. The vibrancy of the color is amazing. Heather, thank you so much for being my model for the day, you were perfect. :D

I DID NOT RETOUCH THIS PICTURE :O

This male okapi was especially eager to pose for pictures.

IT ARRIVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-06-22T20:31:22Z

Unaltered FIRST EVER image taken with the newly owned! fabulously designed! amazing! many other excitement-fueled adjectives! Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS omfg omfg omfg omfg I cannot believe SOMEONE ELSE bought this camera and I am getting to use it :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D::D

Picture quality can only get better from here! This is all automatic settings and nothing adjusted...aslkdfjasldkfjasdlkjfasdlf excited. YES

joraina @ 2009-06-19T22:22:00

2009-06-20T02:25:29Z

This has been the most productive week of my entire life. I have never felt more successful than I do now, perhaps because I have never really felt successful before. Much more on this soon.

joraina @ 2009-06-03T10:23:00

2009-06-03T14:42:21Z

The desire for a replacement of my beloved Konica Minolta DiMage Z6 grows. It's now been over half a year since I wrecked the lens by dropping it on a marble counter. As I look at other cameras, some seem decent but none am I familiar with as intimately as the DiMage. It seems as though no other set of controls are as easily, or as comfortable to manipulate with my fingertips as my old friend. And even though I know it would be best to slowly pool money until I can buy the best camera I can get rather than settle for less (I could buy another Z6 for $150 on eBay since it's now an ancient model--it was originally $500), I feel pressed for time because I have received a number of commissions lately to do casual photography. These are predominantly unpaid requests from friends, but I still feel ashamed to show up with my puny Sony DSC-P10. The camera is over six years old now and does not look professional or take professional pictures. Woe betide me, I am nowhere near anything but an amateur photographer but I desperately long for something more.

My alternatives, unaffordable but with potential are the following:

SONY CYBER-SHOT DSC-H5 (7.2 MP) - another old model, it seems to have some difficulty with dark shots and graininess but overall not too bad for $135 on eBay
CANON POWERSHOT G10 (14 MP) - a much newer model and subsequently about four times as expensive, I actually am okay with the controls for this one even though the scrolling button is a little bit wacky; $465 on eBay

If I had the money I would probably want to upgrade to a DSLR, but seeing as I don't technically genuinely understand what an SLR is, I don't think I deserve to be buying one. I really wish I could take a photography class.

Perhaps someone could clear up a little confusion, though: There are small point-and-shoots, and large point-and-shoots. I've always perceived the bigger ones to be superior. But really, do they have any advantage? I've always thought the larger, longer lens yielded a better macro image, but this is only an assumption.

*EDIT: Okay, after reading the above review for the Canon, I kind of really want it now, more than I did before. Help, I am becoming attached to it. I wonder if the G9 is relatively comparable? It's certainly quite a bit cheaper.

joraina @ 2009-05-25T14:48:00

2009-05-25T20:08:10Z

Okay, my hardwood floor fixation has gotten so dire I'm seriously considering moving JUST because I want hardwood floors that badly. I hate that my carpet and walls are the exact same color. I also want to move because it would give me the opportunity to design an apartment a second time. And, thirdly, because I am incredibly lonely living alone and am thinking that moving to a two-bedroom might work out much, much better--even though I would keep mainly to myself, just having another person in the relative vicinity would be comforting. Also, I would save several hundred dollars' worth of rent per month.

So, any Baltimorean takers? I make a quiet, agreeable flatmate, and I already possess all necessary furniture. :)

I think my current roommate may be checking out soon. I got worried about Nigel recently because one day recently, I picked him up and he was light as a feather. I always suspected one of my first two mice died because his teeth got too long (which causes rodents to be unable to eat--this is why you need to give them foods they can gnaw on--to trim their teeth) and he died of starvation. :\ Luckily, he seems to have gained weight back recently, but I know he's also near the end of the dwarf hamster lifespan, and I keep dreading reaching into the cage only to find that he has died. I don't spend a ton of time with him, but I sure am going to miss Nigel when he's gone. :(

In other news, I got a clothing rack to expand my closet space! I like to keep my living space clean, so having more closet space frees up my floor space (except for the hanger).

summer projects

2009-05-17T20:33:35Z

Would someone give me recommendations for basic feminist literature? Perhaps there is a little starting-out reading list for the woefully uninformed? I may ideologically perceive myself to be "feminist," but I know little to nothing about the history of women's liberation, and would like to be able to distinguish between the different so-called waves of feminism, such that I would not embarrass myself in referencing them. Any particular articles, treatises, literature for someone beginning to explore the topic? Web links would be extremely useful, since I would rather not go out and buy books, but will, if necessary.

I have been looking back at my old writing from college. One of my particular sources of amusement is the essay I wrote in Texts & Contexts, about the book that I only half read, although it appears from the essay that I have a great knowledge about the subject. I half miss the fine art of bullshitting that hearkens back to my high school days, but in recognizing such pride I am reminded that I am rarely, if ever, proud of the papers I write, not because I received a poor grade (they were primarily As), but because I discovered little in writing them. I'm not certain what my objective has been in writing academically except to obtain a good grade. In fact, in looking over these papers I barely remember writing them. It is thus obvious that they were of little significance to me. I am only now realizing the irony of my conduct. I profess that my goal in life is to learn and discover, yet my writing is evidence completely to the contrary; indeed, it is mediocre, a mere re-affirmation of the status quo, deserving (but also simultaneously formulating) the class A. It is clear evidence of apathy rather than interest in the subject matter.

I am beginning to rewrite (pardon the pun) my objective for being in, and participating in, school. It is rather embarrassing that it has taken me this long to figure out that the work done is more important than the grade, but I was (unconsciously; constantly in denial about it) an inflexible, conformist person for a very long time. As I have said, my grades last fall were mediocre at best, and I have absolutely no expectations for the spring grades. That is actually reflective of the effort I have put in and I believe I should recognize that as appropriate. But it is hard reorganizing my life in such a fundamentally different way. I was not genuinely aware that I construed academic success as superficial academic success. But I did, and I probably always will to some extent, evaluate my success on this level, because it is easier to do, and tradition is difficult, though never impossible, to break.

I think, though, that all this is partially an exaggeration. I did not hate writing. Contained in it will always be some degree of my passion. I chose my classes, I enjoyed taking them, and embodied in essays and discussions will always be something that is intrinsically my; my observations are not dispassionate, but they are often forced at the very end--whether through procrastination, frustration, or the futility of not having enough time or means to produce anything more stimulating. So I do not deride my work entirely but do admit it could be better, and mean more, if I had put my whole heart in it.

What makes me sad is that if I don't get the requisite GPA for law journal, I will not be able to get in next year, and I will not have the opportunity to redeem myself the way I want to--to apply this tardy epiphany to the future writing opportunity law journal would have given me. I want that chance, because I believe that writing for a journal means something to me. And for my upcoming failure, and for whatever string of failures I shall present myself with in the future, I am truly sorry.

joraina @ 2009-05-16T12:06:00

2009-05-16T17:13:54Z

Difficult sometimes to draw a distinction between what I like to think about and what I genuinely wish to actuate. Of course, I am an avoidant personality at heart, but I genuinely have a passion for many things. I wish I could do them all, but some take priority over others, and practically, just in terms of time availability, few will be capable of being explored. Nevertheless, it is worth mentioning that these are a few of the potential research topics that I have been thinking about lately.

1. Do an enormous cross-sectional study of major psychiatric illnesses and compare the diagnostic criteria used to diagnose them in regions around the world--I suppose this would be a comparative analysis of the diagnoses themselves and what diagnoses really are. At first look it would seem that diagnoses are made by matching up a particular individual's traits (behavioral, physiological) with those determined to comprise a particular "illness." In other words, in making a diagnosis, an individual may possess a particular trait that is part of several mental illnesses. It is only the summation of all "relevant" (and I use relevant in a way that ought further be explored as well) traits that concludes and creates a diagnosis of a particular illness that requires a minimum of a certain number of traits and, additionally, the non-existence of certain other traits. I have been thinking about paranoia as a symptom-trait and how it manifests itself in a democratic society. While paranoia can manifest itself in a number of ways, a common theme in many is the fear that the government is "out to get" him/her. This makes me wonder two things: 1) whether this is the by-product of a federalist, heterogeneous society, and if an anti-federalist regime would help assuage such paranoia or at least eliminate this basis for paranoia and divert paranoia to another facet of one's life, and 2) what the roots of paranoia truly are, since it seems to be an exclusively human behavior and self-consciousness and knowledge of separateness appears to drive the fear (concern? conviction?) that beings that are not-self are not only "other" but "against." The awareness that the self is separate from others appears to be a precursor to paranoia since such fear appears to be driven by the knowledge that one lacks a knowledge about other entities separate from oneself; is it driven by awareness of isolation? So I suppose my aim would be to investigate and compare governmental structures and manifestations of paranoia in various people, in various regions, and also to examine paranoia across the spectrum of so-called medical diagnoses to explore whether paranoia in a schizophrenic is different than paranoia caused by drug abuse or some other chemical imbalance.

2. Something I would also be interested in doing is an in-depth study of the history of mass media and its alternate functions as inciter of conformity and inciter of rebellion. The most effective instigators of change may or may not be tools which reach the majority of people. Ideas may reach only a very small percentage of the population, but then spread through osmosis to the rest of people (while simultaneously translating in meaning to those others, having a different impact, but nonetheless spreading). On the other hand, the Internet is pretty much be as close as we can get at establishing perfect communality/unity, in that its communicative properties are unrivaled by any other exchange technology and as much as I hate to admit it, (although I also hate the idea that technology is somehow inorganic and "artificial"; I don't think anything is truly artificial; but more on that some other time) technology has become almost unpreventably parasitic to humans. I continually strive for perfect communication and so the efficient, complete exchange of ideas is important to me. But I am going off-track because what I initially wanted to research was based on that show, that I can't remember the name of--the one with the Fonz--why is my memory so fucking bad--I think it is fascinating that television is critically acclaimed and criticized for being a tool of conformity in society and yet it is extremely transgressive in many ways. So what I would like to do is examine the early aims and effects of television, radio, and so on. There is a devious undercurrent of nonconformity beneath many shows, but the almost-sheerness of the concealment is such that it is easily detectable, and I wonder, can such "manufactured" nonconformity ever result in genuine rebellion? That is, can propaganda used to incite rebellion on a mass scale create real rebellion? Does "rebellion" require a minority, like racism requires that the oppressed be a minority, or can over half a population rebel? What defines the principle of rebellion, when does encouragement instigate autonomous action, and why are we so afraid that we're being manipulated that we will instead act the opposite way merely to escape being controlled (the irony never ceases to amaze me)?

3. Going off of #2, I think we who have easy access to communication sources enjoy the privilege of unconditional flexibility, which is primarily encouraged and praised by those within such a societal structure. I would want to examine the effects of insular, isolated communities on their members and possibly document the lives of persons within these communities to analyze how limited access, and indeed emphasis on the idea that "too much knowledge is a bad thing" plays into a person's intellectual development and perception. ...

More interestingly, all of these topics seem to play off of each other in subtle ways. In exploring closed-off communities in #3, I could cross-check this with the idea of anti-federalist and federalist governmental structures (#1). #2 and #3 have obvious connections/similarities as well.

I'm going all over the place with these topics. See, this is why I never did an independent research project in college, because one moment I wanted to spend a semester on Virginia Woolf's particular brand of feminism and the next, I wanted to research the role of Pre-Raphaelite art on transgender aesthetics. Okay, let's not re-open that particular wound. I highly resented that girl (who was perhaps the most pompous, self-assured so-called feminist and cultural studies student--ha. We are all blind to our own biases, but this particular breed of closed-mindedness particularly offended me) who, during my presentation on Pre-Raphaelite art, took it upon herself to deprecate several of the women in the paintings by commenting (in a supercilious, snooty way), that they seemed kind of "tranny"-like. Well, did you not stop to THINK that we all get our beauty ideals from somewhere. Now there is the other topic I wished explore: where transsexuals derive their conceptions of the ideal of femininity. I do suspect Pre-Raphaelitism had a role to play in Western Civilization, but I am also obsessed with that art movement and will not deny that I am slightly biased. Anyway, moving on, and goodbye for now. Apologies if this entire post was disjointed and extraordinarily difficult to understand.

4. Oh no, but before I sign off I also wanted to mention my last topic of interest in recent days, and that deals primarily in physico-aesthetics and the concept of self as embodied in self-awareness of identity as encapsulated in physicality. I had such an interesting (albeit, tragically brief) conversation with kleios_kiss the other day about earlier civilizations (and perhaps some still in existence today) and how knowledge of one's appears (in particular, one's face) shapes our concept of self. Without knowing one's appearance, how is identity shaped? In addition, being such an asexual person, want to know how the concept of beauty ties to sexuality, and how it isn't necessarily related at all; but I lack the scientific tools to examine the phenomenon at large, and wish to explore it solely on a philosophical and epistemological basis, at least at present. I so enjoy speculation and exploration. Well, more on that later. I swear I had some more intelligent things to say on this subject, but they appear to have escaped my mind at present.

joraina @ 2009-05-15T17:24:00

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joraina @ 2009-05-15T17:13:00

2009-05-15T21:23:59Z

joraina @ 2009-04-29T22:16:00

2009-04-30T02:18:20Z

Mania and anxiety: sometimes concurrent, sometimes alternate, always lurking on the peripheries of caffeine pill use and that one extra coffee that pushes one over the edge of reason into hyperbole.

joraina @ 2009-04-27T23:57:00

2009-04-28T03:58:50Z

I am greatly helped by the open windows. What I need is a reminder, and a reassurance, that I am free; that the walls are not closing in on me, so to speak. A literal, physical manifestation of this perhaps metaphysical or metaphoric fact is necessary.

joraina @ 2009-04-21T14:10:00

2009-04-21T18:10:29Z

It annoys me SO much that Anthropologie is so difficult to get to from where I live. >:( I have to catch a bus that takes forty minutes to get there, and it only runs once an hour, if that. So I sometimes opt to buy online if I see something at the store and can't make up my mind about it while I'm there.

I have to have these crop pants...and yes, we're pretending at the moment that I can afford to buy them...MUST HAVE.

Of COURSE they are sold out of only ONE size online--and it is the 0. Perfect. Sigh.

However, this was still an excellent weekend as I was able to finally present my oral argument at the courthouse and then rendezvous with my sister (a.k.a. tolfea).

My oral argument partner. :)

Towson Mall, for such a bad area, is so spiffy inside

THE PRECIOUSS(ES).

:D

Is it just me or did Lush get way overpriced all of a sudden in the States.

Techno fest on I-695.

DAMAGE.