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I don't usually read before going to bed when I'm at school, but I've recently developed a habit of doing so, and am lurving it.
Right now I'm reading Madeleine Albright's "Madam Secretary" and naturally, it's inspirational. But as all autobiographies of hyper-accomplished individuals go, it makes me feel desperately inadequate and worthless. Nevertheless, it makes me want to be better and I suppose that's a good thing.
Why does it always seem that in order to have a remarkable future, one needs to have had a remarkable past?
Today I got an NYU t-shirt which is a big deal because I'm not a big NYU paraphenilia person, but I'm sort of breaking the ice. Also I went bargain book hunting which is slowly becoming one of my favorite pastimes. Once it's a little warmer out, I'll probably spend more time browsing the $1 books outside of the Strand. Last time I got a Complete Poetry of Andrew Marvell, and this time I got a French Impressionism dayplanner (totally unnecessary since I already have a planner, but it was a dollar!!!), "Kate Remembered" and "With Kennedy" which was written by his press secretary; never can get enough of Camelot.
My UN seminar is trying to drown me with readings, but it's good because it's disciplining me to read the paper everyday (and by paper I mean nytimes.com because for some reason if I actually have the paper in front of me I have the urge to get some coffee or something to eat and just sit, leisurely rifling through, whereas if it's online I just do some power skimming and I'm done) and to just be more efficient about everything. I mean normally I'm the most inefficient, indecisive sloth.
Speaking of sloths, Ice Age 2 is coming out. Elena and I have designated it as our next date movie. And we're being serious because we were big fans of the first one. Shhh no laughing.
In other words, tonight I was dressed up as a little eskimo (I'm sorry I mean INUIT) child, complete with the fur headband around the face (of course the headband) and makeshift harpoon. Ohhhhhhh the things I'll do for Mike D. But my favorite cap - scratch that, the ONLY cap I've ever worn - was lost in the process of the chaos in the room, and that makes me very sad. Mike, I really hope it's stuck in your coat somewhere or in one of your bags because I searched every corner of the room and can't find it. :(
I think I'm going to go read and doodle some more in my dayplanner.
OOOOH AND MAYBE I WANT SOME TEA......
Right now I'm reading Madeleine Albright's "Madam Secretary" and naturally, it's inspirational. But as all autobiographies of hyper-accomplished individuals go, it makes me feel desperately inadequate and worthless. Nevertheless, it makes me want to be better and I suppose that's a good thing.
Why does it always seem that in order to have a remarkable future, one needs to have had a remarkable past?
Today I got an NYU t-shirt which is a big deal because I'm not a big NYU paraphenilia person, but I'm sort of breaking the ice. Also I went bargain book hunting which is slowly becoming one of my favorite pastimes. Once it's a little warmer out, I'll probably spend more time browsing the $1 books outside of the Strand. Last time I got a Complete Poetry of Andrew Marvell, and this time I got a French Impressionism dayplanner (totally unnecessary since I already have a planner, but it was a dollar!!!), "Kate Remembered" and "With Kennedy" which was written by his press secretary; never can get enough of Camelot.
My UN seminar is trying to drown me with readings, but it's good because it's disciplining me to read the paper everyday (and by paper I mean nytimes.com because for some reason if I actually have the paper in front of me I have the urge to get some coffee or something to eat and just sit, leisurely rifling through, whereas if it's online I just do some power skimming and I'm done) and to just be more efficient about everything. I mean normally I'm the most inefficient, indecisive sloth.
Speaking of sloths, Ice Age 2 is coming out. Elena and I have designated it as our next date movie. And we're being serious because we were big fans of the first one. Shhh no laughing.
In other words, tonight I was dressed up as a little eskimo (I'm sorry I mean INUIT) child, complete with the fur headband around the face (of course the headband) and makeshift harpoon. Ohhhhhhh the things I'll do for Mike D. But my favorite cap - scratch that, the ONLY cap I've ever worn - was lost in the process of the chaos in the room, and that makes me very sad. Mike, I really hope it's stuck in your coat somewhere or in one of your bags because I searched every corner of the room and can't find it. :(
I think I'm going to go read and doodle some more in my dayplanner.
OOOOH AND MAYBE I WANT SOME TEA......
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