My Dream Home

In 7th grade, I read a book called "Bloomability" by Sharon Creech. She's the author of two other GREAT books, "Walk Two Moons" and "Absolutely Normal Chaos". These books are, of course, about the lives of girls going through their crazy pre-teen years.
The main character, Dinnie, gets sent to a boarding school in Switzerland. It quickly became my favorite book, but what I really became obsessed with was the town of Lugano, Switzerland, where her boarding school was located. I researched it and discovered that her boarding school was a REAL boarding school! I tried my damndest for about a year to get my parents to send me to boarding school, but my mom wouldn't let me because she went to boarding school for five years and hated it. But boy oh boy, do I still want to go there! It's located in the south of Switzerland amidst mountains and lakes!! Take a look:

I will go there someday and relive all of my seventh grade dreams of meeting boys and kissing them on the tram up the mountain and in the boat on the lake and having fun sleepovers with my roommates. I guess I can't really do that, but I'll think about it.

Blast from the Past

I was thinking about what type of style I want this summer, and I'm still not totally sure. Part of me wants to channel Roberta from Now And Then, which I've done to some extent for the past couple of summers. On the right:

It's a little tom-boy and pretty casual, and fun to run around in.

Then again, I was also thinking about looking cool and sporty and in Northwest kind of way, because maybe it would even compel me to try and be a bit more outdoorsy (dumb logic). I guess I would take inspiration from Meryl Streep in The River Wild. Unfortunately there are no good pictures, but it would involve hiking shorts, long sleeved t-shirts, and Tevas. I'm bidding on some on Ebay. I'm not sure which ones I like better:



Then again, I would always love to look like I fit in with any of my mom's or your mom's old pictures from college summers. They always looked cool.

Crying Shame

Now I'm not known for my tune-carrying abilities or anything, but I like to think I sound ok when singing along with the radio in the car. That said, there is one (ok, probably more) song that I simply cannot sing, and it is "Dancing Queen" by ABBA. Those Swedes can sing high.

In the car tonight I was singing along and realized that I probably sounded on par with, or worse than, Cameron Diaz singing karaoke in "My Best Friend's Wedding". I got embarrassed and changed the station.

To Rachel

My blog is called "Hey lady, see you after school" after something I once said to someone. In high school I was walking to the bathroom during class and the halls were completely empty except for a girl walking towards me. We were friends in elementary school but weren't really friends anymore. In some strange awkward fit, instead of just saying "hi" I said to her "Hey lady, see you after school" pretty enthusiastically. I said this even though we would certainly not be seeing each other after school. I have no idea why I said it, and I don't think she responded. I simply can't imagine what she thought of it! Anyways, I like to say it still because it's funny.

So Fresh

I've never listened to Pharrell, and I never really thought he was good looking (he kind of looks like an alien). BUT tonight at work I was reading the "Man of Style" feature in InStyle, and Pharrell was the man of style. He's great! He has two fashion lines and designed a line of sunglasses for Louis Vuitton and designs jewelry. He wears nice suits and cool Japanese skating clothes and doesn't like bling and doesn't think that sagging your pants is cool.

Look at that purple!!

Valentine's Day

I remembered a funny episode from high school today and it made me embarrassed, but I will re-tell it here. Sophomore year, none of my friends nor myself had boyfriends, and we were feeling pretty anti-V-day (which is really silly). So what we decided to do, being high school girl fuckheads, was to wear black to school on Valentine's Day. We didn't look like shitty goths or anything, but still. Then, that night, we all watched the Vagina Monologues at my friend's house. That's the way to stick it to 'em!

That being said: I LOVE Valentine's Day! I think all the white and pink and red is so pretty, and I love the hearts everywhere. And even if it is a Hallmark Holiday, there's nothing wrong with celebrating lovin', is there?

I'm so happy I have a Valentine-colored cat. I just want to out a huge red bow on her!!

Happy Day everyone. LOVE!!

My Secret Message

Tonight I was grabbing my keys from a pocket in my purse. In that pocket I felt an unfamiliar slip of paper, so I pulled it out. It is a small square of paper that is ripped out of the middle of what apparently was some sort of assignment or test. On the other (blank) side is written:

For the Girl
who needs more
debauchery in her life

It's a boy's messy handwriting and I have no idea who put it in my purse. Part of me wants to ask every person I know if it was them, and part of me wants to never know who it is from. Most likely I never will.

Yuck!

Yesterday I saw a bloody pad (fem hyge) on the sidewalk. Too much? Anyways, it got me to thinking, what do homeless ladies do when they have their periods? Too much?