living in tehran...

Reading Lolita in Tehran really opened up my eyes to some of the ways the Islamic world works. How interesting that this article was one of the headlines on my news home page. I think I will pay more attention to the sufferings of women worldwide because of this book.

I am so glad that I am a modern American girl who doesn't have to be afraid of what she wears [although there are days i just want to pull some of my little freshmen aside and have a talk with them] or what she studies. I am glad that I go to a college which pioneered non-home-ec degrees for women.

And speaking of studying...

don't let the fire die...

All I'm gonna say is, I had better flipping get to go to one more concert.

[now would be the appropriate time to find the boyfriend with the private jet, says emily]

funny bone...

After hitting my funny bone twice yesterday, I came to a conclusion. It's not funny.

Some other things are funny, however. Tonight, my new glasses served as the perfect excuse for "get dressed up to sit desk" night. Mary, Hannah, and I managed a hilarity of good times in our lobby [in various shades of brown] with only a camera and our ability to laugh at anything. And we didn't even break any furniture!

These girls make me laugh harder than anyone on earth. I realized that there is hardly a day where I do not laugh hard enough to get tears in my eyes. This evening was no exception. The carefully applied mascara was cascading down my face over the simple pleasures of being together and having a lovely [crazy] evening. You should see the pictures that we didn't put up...
Hannah and Em
This is how hard Mary makes me laugh
Hannah and I are upside down.
I don't remember exactly what this face was. A screeching tiger?

three for the money...

At Centralhallapalooza, we took four pictures in a polaroid photo booth. They came out pretty amazing, so we tried to recreate them tonight:

telescope eyes...

The International Premiere of eMay's new glasses:
Emelina in Vogue?
Please be quiet. You are interrupting my Emerson. Wait, Emerson? 

laundry...

Well, I kicked off the first laundry load of the semester. I'm kind of a freak about washing my sheets all the time and I've already been here for ten days...

We have new washers and dryers, so hopefully they'll work a little better than the fire-starting, never-drying ones we had before.

You know how male stand-up comics always joke about how they hate when their wife writes "laundry detergent" on the grocery list? I hate having to buy it, too. It's so traumatic and confusing.

Does it really make a difference if I buy the five dollar kind vs. the three dollar kind? And what brand? What size? I don't really want anything left over at the end of the year, but I don't want to have to buy more. And there are so many different choices to make: Hypo-allergenic? Brighter colors? Whiter whites? Higher concentrated? With color-safe bleach? "More clean" as compared to what? What exactly is "PureClean technology" and why does it make a difference if I wash my clothes with it? And let's not even get started on the scented options...

Grown up life is so complicated.

tour de 120...

door collage.
extra desk display.
beverage corner.
bookcase. i've added quite a few volumes in the last three years.

mary, mary...

This is Mary. She is a magnetic fridge poet.
I missed her all summer.
We like making kissy fishy faces! 

there are no words...

Jenny and I have discovered the Next Big Thing.

It is sweeping the nation.

It will change your life. It might possibly make you laugh or cry so hard you throw up.

Take note, World. You heard about it here first.

Crying While Eating

beachery...

Last Tuesday, I did something scandalous and told my work that I had a sudden and unavoidable commitment which had to be done before I left for Michigan, and had to be done that day. It was absolutely true. And that commitment was going to the beach - the one last thing on my summer 2006 to-do list. I had given up hope of checking it off, until...Andrew and I cruised to Nickel Creek the whole way down. He has a really sweet sound system. And he also has a habit of rewinding the tracks to point out of nerdy musical things.We met Rose and her brother Jamey and ate clam chowder. Except Rose didn't. And the bread bowl wasn't toasted. It made me want Dj's.
Rose wore a hat. I think I was the only one who didn't wear that hat some time during the day. It wouldn't fit over my ponytail. We had fun posing, anyway.