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This is a shameless promotion of an up-and-coming bookclub at my school. If you are reading this and you go to Drexel and you are interested in being a part of a book club, join up. Its very diverse and we have something for everyone, we read all sorts of books so its a great way to expand your horizons and its motivaion to make time for recreational reading in your busy schedule. On the group website is all the info you will need: scheduled reading and links to buy each book, meetig dates and times, and a point of contact for members and officers.



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What a girl wants.

Since my new singledom has generated some interest among readers (that one comment from like 2 weeks ago) i decided to give a short and honest description of what i look for in a relationship. I speak from experience upon experience, and from my heart.

I want:
someone to talk to and to be with, someone who will keep me company. Someone understanding: i have my moods, i dont want to always have to apologize for them. I want someone to cheer me up when i am sad and someone who can tell me how great i am when i need that. I wnat reciporication: someone that is as happy with me as i am with them and someone as interested in pleasing me as i am in pleasing them. I want someone that knows me well, and, if they dont, someone who will take that time to get to know me and put in effort to remember what they learn. I want someone that appreciates the things i do for them, big and small, someone who knows when to say "thank you". I want someone i can actually have fun with, someone i can have a good time with around other people too. I want someone caring and sincere, honest and mature, gentle and kind, playful, present, and gracious.

before i get any strange anonymous messages: no, i am not taking applicants at this time. I had a rough day and this is how i feel, i promise no more mushy blog entries. My life doesnt revolve around romance, contrary to the theme of my last few psotings.

What have i become?

I had a revelation today. I remember once years ago someone told me that when you travel abroad you should buy a few extra pairs of jeans because jeans arent common in some other countries and people will pay a lot for them depending on where you are. They told me about a trip to somewhere, i dont remember exactly, where they were selling jeans for $100 and i thought that these people were crazy for buying something that is worth like $20 for 5 times as much.

Fast forward to the present, i am thinking about what to wear when i go out with my friend this weekend and i realize that all the pants i am considering wearing to this party cost me more than $100. Up to $250 i paid for pants!!! Now, dont get me wrong, my whole wardrobe isnt made up of expensive clothes. Most of my other clothes cost me under $40, a large percentage cost under $10 (usually when i shop i keep a strict $30 limit for clothes and $50 limit for shoes). But i have a pair of Citizen's jeans, a pair of Diesel, some Armani pants and some George Bernard pants that i at some point felt compelled to buy. I dont regret it, i love the clothes. When you buy designer its easier to find pants that come in your length in your size (i am like a 27X35). After years of taking the hem out of things, you learn to value pants made for long thin legs.

But still, this struck me as ironic. How much could my $250 pants really be worth? in cloth and labor, maybe like $35 (assuming that whoever they used to make them was actualy paid). They cost origionally $1700 but i got them at the Neiman Marcus outlet and they were on sale there too cus they only had 2 pairs left, so $250 was, like, a steal. And thats SAD!

Short story

Theres so much going on in my life right now: I just started a new job, i just started a new year as an RA, i broke up with the man i thought i was going to marry. I am in the middle of planning two events for my building (RA stuff). I am really evaluating what makes me happy and what i need in my life. There is a wealth of drama to write about, but instead i am going to share a little story about my first day of work, and contrary to habit i promise to keep it short.

On my first day of work i decided to go buiness fashionable. I wore a pair of tan culots and my tall brown western boots, a black shirt and my black blazer wtih tan pinstripes. sharp. i come in feeling all confident in a room of people wearing chinos. I love that feeling when you are dressed noticibly well, but not overdressed. Sorry, i get vain sometimes. not often. Back to the point

SO my bos comes tot he gate to let me in (i dont have a security badge because its my first day) and we have to walk over to the building where my lab is. And, like the graceful genius i am, i trip down the stairs and almost take him with me. I stabilize myself and try to play it off all coy lik e"i'm ok". He looks at me and goes "no, i dont think you are". Before i get offended i realize the heel had completely snapped off my boot. MY 3" heel was laying on the steps next to him.

I spent the rest of the day hobbling around like an idiot. and whats worse is that the way i was walking so strained one leg that it is sore today and i am still limping, this time with matching shoes.