nunquam habebat multum prudentiae

Bought yet another butterfly-patterned shirt from H&M. This is my third. But, in my defense, it is strawberry milkshake pink, and was clearly the color they had in mind when originally designing the shirt. I feel very proud- haven’t bought a black v-neck in months.

Friday I engaged in much brain-killing creative algebra trying to find out nonexistent statistics. Then I had an extremely uneventful bus ride to Boston and fell into the arms of the famed futon once more.

Throughout the weekend, I read The Count of Monte Cristo. I only realized mine was an abridged edition when I was on page 200, so I thought I might as well finish it as not. But it did explain a lot of gaping plot and character jumps that were bothering me. Sigh. I should have made sure before I got it out of the library. But the cover matched my shirt so perfectly, I didn’t think to check.

Saturday I looked at a bunch of hideous apartments, ate burritos, walked around a lot, and happily marathoned R and S’s The Office DVDs. I do love that show, although sometimes I have to look away lest the facepalm overwhelm me. Poor, poor Jim! So adorable! I also have a strange and twisted love for Dwight. In the episode where he and Michael get into a fight (yes, the one where Jim proves his overwhelming awesome by snapping his fingers a la West Side Story), Dwight says “arigatou gozaimashita”, and I nearly died laughing- he had the worst Japanese accent I’ve ever heard. BWA-HAHAHAHA! Oh, Dwight. I understood your Darth Sidious costume.

Sunday I watched a few more episodes, bringing me up to halfway through the second season, then on a whim and a prayer I looked at a couple more apartments. One of them was perfect, so I started rental procedures. About which key parties are being kind of asses, btw, but I think it’s going to work out. I hope. PLEASE LET IT WORK OUT.

Sunday evening I headed back to NY. And you know a trip cannot happen without Peter Pan Bus shenanigans. Prepare yourselves... ( Shenanigans. Intern angst. Spoilery movie reviews: Brideshead Revisited, The Dark Knight. Immaturity about my own anatomy. Embarrassing sunburns ahoy! )

On the subway I read a total of 18 pages of Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis, which is pretty damn hilarious. And I don’t even need a dictionary. :)

nunquam habebat multum prudentiae

Bought yet another butterfly-patterned shirt from H&M. This is my third. But, in my defense, it is strawberry milkshake pink, and was clearly the color they had in mind when originally designing the shirt. I feel very proud- haven’t bought a black v-neck in months.

Friday I engaged in much brain-killing creative algebra trying to find out nonexistent statistics. Then I had an extremely uneventful bus ride to Boston and fell into the arms of the famed futon once more.

Throughout the weekend, I read The Count of Monte Cristo. I only realized mine was an abridged edition when I was on page 200, so I thought I might as well finish it as not. But it did explain a lot of gaping plot and character jumps that were bothering me. Sigh. I should have made sure before I got it out of the library. But the cover matched my shirt so perfectly, I didn’t think to check.

Saturday I looked at a bunch of hideous apartments, ate burritos, walked around a lot, and happily marathoned R and S’s The Office DVDs. I do love that show, although sometimes I have to look away lest the facepalm overwhelm me. Poor, poor Jim! So adorable! I also have a strange and twisted love for Dwight. In the episode where he and Michael get into a fight (yes, the one where Jim proves his overwhelming awesome by snapping his fingers a la West Side Story), Dwight says “arigatou gozaimashita”, and I nearly died laughing- he had the worst Japanese accent I’ve ever heard. BWA-HAHAHAHA! Oh, Dwight. I understood your Darth Sidious costume.

Sunday I watched a few more episodes, bringing me up to halfway through the second season, then on a whim and a prayer I looked at a couple more apartments. One of them was perfect, so I started rental procedures. About which key parties are being kind of asses, btw, but I think it’s going to work out. I hope. PLEASE LET IT WORK OUT.

Sunday evening I headed back to NY. And you know a trip cannot happen without Peter Pan Bus shenanigans. Prepare yourselves... ( Shenanigans. Intern angst. Spoilery movie reviews: Brideshead Revisited, The Dark Knight. Immaturity about my own anatomy. Embarrassing sunburns ahoy! )

On the subway I read a total of 18 pages of Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis, which is pretty damn hilarious. And I don’t even need a dictionary. :)