1. I consider myself to be a connoisseur of good bad foods (airplane food, gas station foods, things you can eat at a carnival, etc), but this iron stomach has finally met it's match. The frozen burritos sold in my school's convenience store are bad. B - A - D. Nothing redeemable about them. For me to say this about a frozen item of food, especially a tex-mex inspired breakfast item, is unheard of. I don't want to be dramatic but I diiiid feel a little like I was eating puke wrapped in a tortilla.

Does this mean I didn't finish it? No.
Does this mean I won't eat the other one I bought: Probably not.

2. Recent e-mail gems:

- "I think it's pretty important to know when to give a fuck, and more importantly when not to. But that's pretty obvious isn't it?"
- "Every day is a business day when you're popular."
- "Speaking of food, I need to stop eating it immediately."

3. I left one half of a pair of Chanel shoes in L.A., with my dear friend who is also happens to be a hippy-dippy, absentminded, messy boy. I have changed their status from 'rescue' to 'recovery'. R.I.P.

4. It's beautiful outside, and yesterday I finally felt like I 'got it'. It took a girly movie and lots of nightcaps and a few teary phone calls between friends. Yesterday I went to class, and we had a nice, succinct, polite critique - one where I feel like it was actually productive instead of hours of blathering. Afterwards we hung our work in the hall, laughing, being dumb, being happy. I felt happy to be a part of this school. There is a lot here, if you work it right.