Damn! Zhang Ziyi looks so beautiful on the cover!
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i hate apt hunting
i hate this whole looking for an apt business ... for the sheer fact
that the really nice apts i'm finding for our price range are in a part
of the city my future roommate does not want to live in.can i throw in the towel and have someone else choose the place for me???????
i'm just going to focus on getting a job for now.
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random musing of the day [seeing as i have nothing better to do with my free time]
ever been dumped for not being sexual enough? being too sexual?
ever been dumped for being too fat? too thin?
ever been dumped for being too short? too tall?
ever been dumped for not talking enough? talking too much?
ever been dumped for not asking enough? or maybe for asking too many questions?
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Happy Grand May Day
Senior Step Sing
~~<~@~~<~~<~@~ Bread and Roses ~~<~@~~<~~<~@~
As we go marching, marching
In the beauty of the day.
A million darkened kitchens
A thousand mill lofts gray
Are touched by all the radiance
That a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing
“Bread and Roses!
Bread and Roses!”
As we go marching, marching
We battle, too, for men
For they are women’s children
And we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated
From birth until life closes
Hearts starve well as bodies:
Give us bread
But give us roses!
As we go marching, marching
Unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing
Their ancient cry for bread.
Small art and love and beauty
Their drudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is bread we fight for
But we fight for roses too!
As we go marching, marching
We bring the greater days.
For the rising of the women
Means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler
That toil when one reposes
But a sharing of life’s glories:
Bread and Roses!
Bread and Roses!
Good Night Song
Good Night, Good Night
Time sends a warning call
Sweet dreams descend on all
Time, time sends a warning call.
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Seersucker ROX
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/04/20/fashion/thursdaystyles/20CODES.html
In other news ... my mom and I went to Sephora again to amend the last
face powder blooper. Today, we nearly started a fight. I don't know
why, but this lady kept putting brown bronzer on me when I asked for
orange ... even though she agreed that I look freakish in anything with
a pink undertone. Then she tried to tell me not to bother using powder
at all because I have youthful skin, but that I should go and get a
$5,000 laser treatment to get rid of my sideburns and straighten out my
unusual hairline, and then get a microderm abrasion treatment to even
out the tone of my mouth area.Hhhhmmm ... $25 powder versus multi-thousand dollar skin treatments ... you can guess which I went with.
And before I get told again about how I don't need makeup ... Shamalama
can tell you ... I NEVER WEAR MAKEUP. My mom and Shammi have to trick
me into using anything on my face [*cough*impressing potential
mother-in-law*cough*cough*] ... and the reason why I've suddenly gotten
into makeup is that my face has started to discolor in unexplained ways
and I have to even it out somehow while my skin is recovering from what
could have been an allergic reaction. I don't want to look like a
blotchy mess for the million and one Bangali parties coming up,
especially if my parents are suddenly gung-ho about taking family
pictures. [btw ... I am totally wearing makeup in my profile pic ... don't be fooled]In more important news ... I finished a game of Sudoku in 10 minutes today ... do me!
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update on the last post:
for those of you who suggest going to grad school instead of getting a job ... you clearly are overlooking an obvious hurdle ...
grad school = costs money
money = having a job
shar = have no job
have no job = have no money
have no money = me having no fucking way to pay for grad school .... especially since i'm a liberal arts major.
nevertheless ... i applied to two programs which [last time i checked]
consist of loads of night classes ... [and no grant money] ...so me still need jobbie
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