For no good reason, I tried on my senior prom dress earlier tonight. It's long and this pale silver-blue, almost white, by far the most beautiful thing I've ever owned - one of those dresses that doesn't look like a prom dress - and, if I may be so bold, the closest I've ever come to beautiful in anything I've ever worn (which is saying a lot, given that I spend most dances counting down the minutes till I can change into something along the lines of my favorite green ND gym shorts). Add "missing Badin's Christmas Dome Dance" to the short list of going-abroad-in-the-fall "cons."
Vision is in a day and a half! Tea is good. I sneezed 11 times in a row today. Marcus and I had lunch and he stopped mid-sentence to exclaim how weird it is that we were sitting at a little table outside eating lunch on a Monday afternoon and talking about life and love and going abroad like we're some kind of adults. I know exactly what you mean! I love when that happens, when you both know exactly what each other means.
I spent an hour and a half wandering around the bookstore holding one of two competing brands of Chile guidebook in each hand, trying to decide which of the worthy applicants to hire as my personal assistant for the upcoming semester. The Rough Guide to Chile is published by Penguin Books. That was an easy decision.
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