
Who went shopping today????
Yes, I did!
Ho Ho Ho, Santa is coming. or maybe he was already here. Oh and Rudolph too.
Oh noooo, I'm a horrible blogger. Moonlight Masquerade had it's two year birthday a few weeks ago and I completely forgot. I'm sorry blog. I still love you. Here is a cake for you. Happy Birthday!
I was browsing my old Yahoo account because I noticed that my info said that I was still 14 years old and in changing that, I stumbled upon my old website that I had created in seventh grade. It is soooo funny. The graphics are just horrible and my design skills combined with the html that I taught myself is indeed comical. I viewed the guestbook and someone wrote a mean comment about how awful it is, but hey, I can't disagree. I can't even log back in to Angelfire to even delete the site because I don't remember my password and my old email account is obselete.
I think the most interesting part is how much I have changed in the past 8 years. I wonder if people just change that dramatically over their teenage years or if it is constant metamorphasis? Will I look back on this blog in 8 years and say, man I was an idiot? Probably, yes for three specific reasons.
Perhaps we don't even change at all, maybe we just shift our perspectives of ourselves and that is why we appear so different. Actually it is kind of nice to have a documentation of your state of being at every stage in your life. (a perk of journaling, ha ha) But, then there is the whole issue that it continues to represent you to the whole world even 10 years after you write it since it is in a public forum, even if that doesn't accurately convey the skills, attitudes, interests, and values that you have at the current moment.
Not only is Borat making fun of Americans (especially the morons that laugh at his stupid, not funny jokes), but also every foreign-based ethnic group that ever existed. I think somebody should pack him up in a nondescript white van and drive away with him. He is a sore on the face of free speech and democratic institutions. It amazes me how many otherwise nice and intelligent Americans approve of his work, let alone applaud it. Borat is a shining example of the distasteful degredation of society through popular culture.
Then these slippers I got at the Dunnes Store in Spain since they NEVER go without shoes. You don't realize how annoying it is to always have something on your feet until you have to do it for 4 months. As the sloppy American that I am, I like slinging off my shoes after a long day. At least I had something adorable on my feet to make up for it.
Ok, so these aren't shoes, but close enough. These are really cute purple slippers that I got from a Delia's catalogue awhile ago. They are soooooooooo comfortable, like walking on tiny mattresses.
Today you can see the very cute shoes that I bought in Morocco. I had wanted other ones, but since our tour guide wouldn't let us just stop in whatever shop we wanted, and I had tons of dirhams left, I just bought these cuties before getting on the ferry to go back to Spain. Only I had to keep on going back to the guy at the store like 3 times because he kept on giving me a pair of shoes that weren't matched. I would take the next pair with me, and then think, oh gee, I should try these on, and then I realized the one shoe is 3 sizes bigger or the wrong design and would be like, shoot, and back to too-friendly guy again.
I like the smell of these, they definitely have that leathery smell going on, but the strange thing is that they are not made for the right or left foot. The are uni-foot (as I shall call it), they fit either the R or L. I like the color of these, they match khaki very well.
I got these boots/shoes because Melissa convinced me they were cool, and now I love them. At first I didn't think they would be something I would wear, but then I saw just how cute they could be with capris or pants rolled up 2 or 3 times. The best thing was that I found them in Malaga for only 10 euros after Melissa had just bought similar ones for a whole lot more a couple days earlier, bahahahaha. I revel in my European HoyVoy skaterish boots, even if I don't wear them much here.
Today I show you the awesome gold wedges that I just got from Old Navy. Aren't they just adorable? I absolutely love the gold ribbons that tie. Awwww. These may be newest favorites. hmmmmm. we shall see.
So over vacation I was trying to knit a scarf. I found this great bright pink yarn with tassly things and I thought, oh boy, I'll have a pretty handmade scarf to wear in no time. Well, I was wrong.
C. The yarn for one scarf is about the same price of buying 2 fully made scarves online, without out all the slave labor
So Marianela is an unattractive girl that has a blind friend, Pablo, with whom she shares a mutual love. A doctor comes and fixes Pablo's sight, and the little girl in everyone, wants the story to have a fairytale ending in which the two get married and live happily ever after. Well, they don't. It may be expected, but the reader is jolted from their peaceful, quiet reading, to an ugly truth about humans. I won't tell you what happens, but don't plan on smiling at the end.


Honors Read 2 for this year was on Tues: The Dew Breaker by Edwidge Danticat. We had a good discussion about the book.
I have great friends! (even if emily wouldn't tell me where we were going) On Saturday they took me to a cool Hibachi restaurant in Hagerstown. So, in case you don't know, hibachi is the Japanese manner of cooking the food right in front of you. I had soooooo much fun. People were ohhhing and ahhing and the chef was throwing food in the air. I got shrimp and I ate WAY too much. And then, since it was my 21st birthday, they brought me a piece of cake and beat on drums and such. Awwww, what good friends I have.
We were talking about "Dreamtigers" today by Borges (which is probably my new most favorite short short story) and Dr. Libertin definitely won the quote of the day contest. Her words came out something like, "How would you feel if you reached your ideal? Suicidal, I hope." Man, that just sounds so cruel...

I wrote this really cool poem about flamenco and I showed it to my dad, who then gave it to his friend that he works with in Maryland. This guy is like a musical genious and he is going to make a flamenco song out of my words. I can't wait to hear what it sounds like. I would post the poem but I am trying to get it published that would probably be unwise to do until after then. Anyway, lately I have really started liking the beatiful passionate gypsy music of Spain which is a far cry from what I would normally like. It makes me feel free and alive. I remember we went to see a flamenco ballet in Malaga but all that remember was our nose-bleed bench seats and the load of leaves that they released onto the stage and thinking about how they were going to clean up all those little leaves later.
Did you go vote today? I should hope so (if you are from the USA).
My new love. Prison Break. It reminds me of the old show, The Fugative.
My mom made these things that she baked in muffin tins. Only they were biscuits with barbeque in them. They looked so funny, probably because I kept thinking meat cupcakes, mmmm? Actually, they weren't bad tasting. I would eat them again, just the meaty presence in small cupcake like structures disturbs me.
I love Malcolm in the Middle. Ahhh, satirizing the lower middle class. Soooooo funny. They play reruns on Fox at 1 AM right after reruns of Sex and the City. The dynamics of their family make me roll on the floor in laughter.
Buzz Aldrin came to Shippensburg tonight to speak about: "The Apollo Dream"
Emily made a good point while we were listening to Dr. Buzz, how many times has he had to tell that story? Does he ever get sick of "and then I stepped onto the moon..."


The classical Steinbeck. He is one of my favorite authors. I attended a book discussion on Of Mice and Men last Thursday. We had a lively discussion about each of the characters and the ethical implications of the novel. I still say that George turned bad and killed Lennie not out of necessity but out of selfishness. He was sick of the cycle. He had finally made friends. Lennie never did anything bad out of malicious intent. He had a child-like innocence. The death of curley's wife was no different than him accidently killing the little mice and puppy. If Lennie hadn't been so focused in on how George wouldn't let him take care of the rabbits, then he wouldn't have panicked and done bad things in the first place. George's sins seems to get everyone in trouble. Why was Lennie the one who had to pay for them?
Stupid thing I did today?


Oh, new back ground. Crazy hair. I like.