Daffnee

Some Asians get red when they drink. Some get overly affectionate. Holly Golightly doled out a few too many kisses yesterday at Fall Ball, I think. Bad, Holly, bad.

I love tax: "Kids are personal consumption."

For the first time in two decades, I may actually have a Hallowe'en costume in time for the date. And not just an idea, like last year's Go Go Yubari. An actual thing that I put together during breaks. I'm loving my West 8th thrift stores.

My roommate will be going as Tinkerbell, and I am taking donations of green leotards (sized XS adult, or M/L child) and glitter. I figure she deserves a fresh pair of wings, though.

And on a somewhat unrelated note, there is an upside to having been elected onto the board of an ALSA due to spectacular indifference -- you get to play "find the conservative" during meetings and cause mayhem by casting dissenting votes by email. It's like playing online RPGs -- you can play dirty and shoot people in the back online, but are best buddies when there's pizza to be shared.

When all is said and done -- it's Washington DC for summer 2006. Thanks, Foley!

Went home for 3 days last week, and managed to get 1) nothing done, and 2) put batteries in my biological clock. Babies! So cute! Barely managed to see anyone besides family -- Linger and my grandparents apparently hang out in the same hood, and Marisa is persistent enough to meet me at the airport as I'm about to leave -- so will saving the real socializing for Christmas.

Am now unpacking. And then will be repacking. I'm going to Seattle tomorrow afternoon for my last callback...and then from then on it's getting ready for Hallowe'en in New York, catching up on reading and deciding where I want to live.

Quote of the day: "Aborted babies would have voted Democrat anyway."

Going home going home going home going home...!

It's morning and I haven't had protein. JP ate all my eggs. And bread. Leaving me with oatmeal. I'd drink some coffee and work up some indignation, but I've come to realize that one pays for keeping boys around -- and with high blood sugar -- by sacrificing a bit of food now and again.

I've been asked a few times to turn this blog into an ode to how much I love my roommate, seeing as I don't have much to write about on my own, and there's a certain someone out there that likes to leave herself open to cyberstalking.

So after a month of interviews, trying to impress lawyers, and coming apart at the seams with the prospect of being a) a very expensive failure, and b) an unlovable human being, I'm now dickering between moving to DC or staying in New York. Or going to Seattle. It's funny that I even have choice, considering I don't travel well at all (See Daphne v. London and Ireland, supra.).

More on existential crises later. I've got land use tomorrow morning. It would probably take to long to write comprehensively about what I've been up to, so...