It's been continually brought to my attention that no matter where I go, I'm "one of the guys". I thought I'd been on the path back towards girly-ness in the past few years, what with the gradual incorporation of skirts, heels, and separate shampoo and conditioner back into my wardrobe, but it looks like it's all been to no avail. I'm sufficiently un-girly to have already been picked out as the least femininely sympathetic among one group of friends, over all the guys.
Either I'm a die-hard feminist in my subconscious, a self-hating woman, or have an ego bigger than Russia, because I'm the only girl I know that enjoys Sex and the City and fashion mags for the ego boost they give me. I can't really imagine it any other way -- I mean, who would *want* to live a Cosmo life? -- but it might be part of the same deficiency that prevents me from accepting that ponchos are back in style. The roommate is succeeding in turning me into more of a flake, though. I am actually attending her first Jewish matchmaking dinner on Friday.
School is getting to that point where there's exactly X amount needed to keep up, the value of X is well-known, and it's becoming a job. Some things just don't change for me: I still wake up at 8 and have my oatmeal, jog, read standing up, and promise myself I'll find time to play piano. I call home sporadically, read the news when I should be studying, and drink too much coffee. It's a life. And I think it surprises me because I didn't expect to have one when I was here.
NY Times watch: Canada apparently has a competing claim on the North Pole, along with the U.S., Denmark, and Norway. The Times also likes repeating the little factoid that 80% of the Canadian population now lives in areas that permit same-sex marriage, for whatever reason.
Either I'm a die-hard feminist in my subconscious, a self-hating woman, or have an ego bigger than Russia, because I'm the only girl I know that enjoys Sex and the City and fashion mags for the ego boost they give me. I can't really imagine it any other way -- I mean, who would *want* to live a Cosmo life? -- but it might be part of the same deficiency that prevents me from accepting that ponchos are back in style. The roommate is succeeding in turning me into more of a flake, though. I am actually attending her first Jewish matchmaking dinner on Friday.
School is getting to that point where there's exactly X amount needed to keep up, the value of X is well-known, and it's becoming a job. Some things just don't change for me: I still wake up at 8 and have my oatmeal, jog, read standing up, and promise myself I'll find time to play piano. I call home sporadically, read the news when I should be studying, and drink too much coffee. It's a life. And I think it surprises me because I didn't expect to have one when I was here.
NY Times watch: Canada apparently has a competing claim on the North Pole, along with the U.S., Denmark, and Norway. The Times also likes repeating the little factoid that 80% of the Canadian population now lives in areas that permit same-sex marriage, for whatever reason.
