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  • Once a Yankee, Always

    In the bathroom this morning, I was making my typical “I am not awake right now” pre-coffee sound effects, and Anna said, “It’s okay,” because she thought I was bemoaning the Yankees’ loss last night, which actually hadn’t occurred to me yet. In my not-quite-even-half-conscious state, however, I was pretty sure she had mumbled “Tolkien,” which would have been very strange because I was on my way to Chaucer.

    As it turns out, Chaucer was cancelled, so Holly and I are in the library catching up on all the work we put off while we faithfully watched the Yankees go down in history all week. And I do mean down. So here we are, slaving away in the atrium…


    The Last Basselope
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    I guess I really can’t complain when our assignment is to “write a few lines” about a picture book with great illustrations.

    So, baseball. I was so excited for the series to go back to New York because it’s just more fun to watch your home team when they’re at home. It is not fun to watch when they are losing. And even less fun when they are cheating (A-Rod, for shame!) and the fans’ behavior is drawing the attention of cops donned in riot gear. At the same time, letting the series go would be so much easier if Boston fans were better winners. The rivalry is fun, but it’s supposed to be about loving your team and having positive spirit, not abuse for the opponent! But go ahead, take it all out on me, have your fun, Red Sox. You earned your moment, for sure. New York will be back. I still heart my boys in pinstripes (especially you, Bernie!)

    Quote of the day: “Oh, chariot, your golden waves are walking down upon this face, Oh, chariot I’m singing out loud” – Gavin DeGraw

  • Photo-Op

    After staking out the mailroom for two hours at lunch, my package slip finally arrived and I [finally] picked up my digital camera – the Canon Powershot S410 is stylish in silver and has 4.0 megapixels. Perfect for constant photo opportunities.


    paisley daisy
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    Everyone is coming up on Friday for Family & Friends Weekend. This means that vacuuming will be necessary. I love that my parents still come up to visit me and participate in activities that are so obviously planned with firstyear parents in mind! Film Board is showing Finding Nemo, A Capella is performing, and if the weather is good, I definitely think we should all do the meditation walk on Saturday.

    Quote of the day: “Welcome to the planet. Welcome to existance. Everyone’s here.” – Switchfoot

  • Fall Lake George

    I don’t think my butt has ever hurt so much after a camping trip. I’ve had bruised knees, sprained ankles, broken nails, sooty hands, a singed eyebrow and lots of bug bites. Okay, the broken tailbone was painful. I probably should have guessed that those Rensselaer boys would take the term ‘speed boat’ too literally.

    Overall, the camping with boys endeavor would have been far more prolific in the flirting and phone numbers (that’s phonetic right there, it’s still alliteration) departments if we hadn’t arrived on Turtle Island after dark on Friday and departed long before anyone else woke up on Sunday morning. I had to try really hard to pretend that it was completely normal and not at all fleeting or temporary to be hiking and cliff jumping and playing Cranium with boys. It was like wearing blinders to the fact that none of said boys were entirely positive about my name and that after barely a forty-eight hour period, my life would once again be testosterone-free.

    Mount Holyoke inadvertently chose the spontaneous tent-spawning campsite – every time we turned around a new and unfamiliar tent had sprung up beside ours. Perhaps cookies sprout random boys in tents who snore?

    Saturday night was the much-anticipated contra dance. There was more people watching and apple cider than there were shuffle steps on my part, but if I had been lost in the churning crowd, I would never have become visually aquainted with characters like Bon Jovi aka The Gypsy, Blue Shirt aka Bionic Hearing, Polo (formerly known as Blue Shirt), Canary Pants, Spitty, Poison Ivy, Glowstick Guy, Cowboy and Unicycle Cowboy.

    And, for those who wonder, I’ll try anything once.

    quote of the day: “Shake me and my confidence, about a great many things, But I’ve been there, I can see it cower, Like a nervous magician waiting in the wings” – Blues Traveller

    And also…
    Emily: Okay, we have to look like we’re involved in a deep conversation.
    Holly: Hurry, think of a topic!
    Emily: Flip-flops!
    Holly: Bon Jovi!

  • the magic’s in the earrings

    i have a lot of favorite jewelry. my tiffany’s, of course. my elephant cuff from thailand. my camp jewell bracelets inspired by the ‘good’ beads in a&c. my giant purple gemstone flower ring from china town (which i don’t wear b/c i think i have webbed fingers). i love it all, and i wear it when i remember to put it on. but i haven’t worn earrings on a non-special occasion in years. when the chandelier style came ‘in,’ i was tempted, but i couldn’t find the perfect pair, so i gave it up. which is why it was such a surprise when i purchased earrings at american eagle last week.


    the secret to my success: beautiful energy life force earrings
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    i am in love. they are delicate, romantic and graceful. they are the perfect shape and color. they have just the right amount of dangle. i think they are magical. yes, they are my lucky secret power energy life force earrings and when i put them on, my ear lobes glow and i can read minds!

    well, they make me feel pretty.

    quote of the day: “i’ve got the world on a string, i’m sittin’ on a rainbow, got the string around my finger, what a world, what a life, i’m in love” – sinatra

  • watch out for me in my new ride


    appears innocent enough…sound effects not audible photographically.
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  • va-va-va-violets


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