
My head is killing me. Even John Mayer’s slow blues guitar on the concert DVD my brother got me for Christmas isn’t squelching this headache from hell. And it’s my own fault too, ya know.
Well I can’t help it, I just can’t get enough of my new perfume, Daisy by Marc Jacobs. It was love at first sniff.
For the past month and a half I’ve had on my desk in my dorm a sample card with the scent, getting a whiff whenever I need a pick-me-up during a homework sesh.
Ripping off the wrapping to a particularly heavy rectangular present on Christmas Eve I thought, this is it, what I’ve been wanting for months. And there Daisy was, in all it’s glory. A simple white box with gold 60’s-esque daisies adorning the package.
In my purse I now carry what looks like a gold container of lipstick, but is truly a glittery solid laced with the scent. Just one of the three of the products in the box including the perfume itself and a body wash I’ll probably hand over to my Mom.
Now excuse me while I go and hold my perfume up to my nostrils and take a giant whiff, bringing back my migrane.
Because it’s just that worth it.

So I’ve got a little under an hour before I have to go to my intro to journalism class and use StumbleUpon for an hour and forty-five minutes as my professor talks about the Internet and the future of my planned-profession (which isn’t very bright, in case you’re wondering).
The original human nature was not like the present, but different. The primeval man was round, his back and sides forming a circle; and he had four hands and four feet, one head with two faces, looking opposite. He could walk upright as men now do, backwards or forwards as he pleased, and he could also roll over and over at a great pace, turning on his four hands and four feet, eight in all, like tumblers going over and over with their legs in the air; this was when he wanted to run fast… [The sexes were not two as they are now, but originally three in number; there was man (made of 2 male parts), woman (made of 2 female parts), and the union of the two (one male and one female part). But the primeval humans] made an attack upon the gods [and Zeus said]: “Methinks I have a plan which will humble their pride and improve their manners; men shall continue to exist, but I will cut them in two. [Apollo] gave a turn to the face and pulled the skin from the sides all over that which in our language is called the belly, which he fastened in a knot (the same which is called the navel).
A “Hmm” is defined as a person of the opposite sex who catches your eye and makes you consider hmm, he has possibility.
Normally three-day weekends make me sick with pleasure and possibility over just how much fun and sleep can be had within those particular 72 hours of vacation, but this year things are a bit different.




Now That Was Awkward…
January 19, 2010 · 1 Comment
It all started when my friend, Viviana, and I’s toe nails had grown to an epic claw-sized proportion. My blue nail polish slowly evolved into a disgusting, scraped-up hot mess that needed to be taken care of, ASAP.
Viviana’s suitemate suggested some random nail salon that’s “cheap I promise,” so we finally made our way over one day after class only to see that the “nail salon” was in fact a run-down hair place that just screamed TETANUS.
For some reason, we didn’t leave. In retrospect, the five-year old Us Weekly magazines should’ve been a huge warning sign.
I don’t want to bore you with all the details about their strange foot massages that involved more pounding than rubbing or how they put so much massage oil on my legs that it felt like I had just come out of an orgy that involved lots and lots of lube, but let me just say that there was Palmolive dish soap involved to scrub our feet.
Finally it seemed as if these crazy women, who kept alternating positions when they couldn’t perform a specific duty, were almost done molesting our toes. My toes had been painted an Emerson purple while my friend’s were a prostitute red that’s already chipping, FYI.
Viviana and I were under the impression that, shit, if they didn’t even have a real pedicure chair for us to sit in or actual soap, our pedicures would be relatively cheap, but they turned out to be $30 – a pop.
We left completely broke and lubed up from our “massages” but we somehow managed to slide our way to Piano Row, grateful to have all ten of our toes still attached to our feet.
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