viva la Paris

This is it.

I am done with the West Coast. I am done with hot weather, dry trees, and half-naked people. I am done with Mexican food on every corner and billboards for plastic surgery. If only I were done now. I wish I could go now. I wish I could go at the end of this year. Okay, I could. But I still wouldn't be where I really want to be. *Deep sigh*

Perhaps I really should forget college, move to DC, and open a coffee shop.

can never remember

my Blogger acount.

So, when you liked someone and than they basically dumped you, you are supposed to put up a great facade of how fabulous your life is, right? your not supposed to answer "How are you doing?" with "Eh...all right." Right? Whatever. I fail at life. I fail at creating a good impression of myself. But whatever. I am honest. Sort of.

I have taken to reading badly-written chick-lit. Of the Meg Cabot type. I have reached new levels of patheticness.

I love Fall. I'm looking forward to the clothes. and the cold.

wore a fabulous hat today. lot's of compliments from random people. fun times.

D's b-day was today. we almost exchanged a whole word. WOW. Almost.