$5 bucks on TJ being the one who said the thing about the eyebrows.

We posed as Ivy Leaguers, walking down Nassau in Princeton jokingly shouting, "We don't go to Rutgers!"

At the foo-foo Italian restaurant I couldn't take my eyes off the woman sitting at the table next to ours. She was repulsive in her WASP demeanor. The painfully adorable blonde waitress replied to every thank you with, "You're so very welcome."

Bits of conversation:

"Did you really think I was a lesbian when you first met me?"

"What would you think if I started plucking my eyebrows and going to the tanning salon?"

"My defining Princeton moment was waiting for Scott to shit in the church."

"Do you think Nico is still alive?"

I studied the other day for the first time all semester. I mean, the real sitting down and reading for more than 15 minutes kind of studying. And lo and behold, when I took my Spanish essay exam I knew the answers to the questions! Insanity.

In other news:

I'm feeling quite journalriffic (and much better physically, madre, thanks for the message).

Two new sets of photos for your viewing (dis)pleasure.

This one is my favorite, at Stephanie's house. This is when I was starting to feel really shitty, but I managed to feign happiness. From left to right this extremely white and homogenous looking group is: Stephanie, Me, Amy, Nicole, Tim and Mike.

I am beginning to understand how wonderful two-hour naps are.

"The furthest distance I've ever known is from my head to my heart."

Evan and Jaron, my new favorite band. (Everyone download my new favorite song, "Outerspace," by my new favorite band.)

The thing I miss most when I'm sick is the ability to sing. When I'm congested and try to sing I realize how much of my nose I use to make certain sounds (which isn't really a good thing, anyway).

Oh well.