New Hobby

In Manila. I have five months to track and trap the ever elusive bryanboy. Let the hunt commence!

Oh, Procastination. My Only Friend

Continuing on with my tendency towards procrastination, I ordered my first Threadless shirts in months:

Sometimes, Stuff > Education

In lieu of working on either my economics homework or my huge GIANT policy analysis paper, I decided to peruse the interwebs for anything that was not my economics homework or my huge GIANT policy analysis paper. Here's what I found:



But perhaps more importantly,I also found

Despite the successful acquisition of this ring last year (and I do love it so), I am still smarting over Oak's betrayal and my failure to obtain this. What to do? I think if I do well this term, I shall reward myself with the ring. Or, upon receiving my tax refund (thank you magical rules that gives me extra money for going back to school!), I shall reward myself with the ring. Or if I wake up tomorrow morning, I shall reward myself with the ring. I think we all know where this is heading.

And let's top this post off with a random picture.

Broken Embargos

I had not bought a pair of shoes since October of 2008. Think about that for a second. Contemplate the length of time between October and March. It is long. Oh, so very long. So when wandering around NYC during spring break, I thought I would just pop into a store and gaze longingly at shoes without actually purchasing any. LIES. Not five minutes passed before I whipped out my wallet and coughed up some cash. (Thank you, poker!)

Betrayal of the Y Chromosome

The boys in my family all have eyelashes like this, while all the girls have stubby non existant things that sort of hint at the the illusion of a mere whisper of proper lashes. This picture of my cousin's lashes was taken about a year ago, and in that time, the family has reached the consensus that his eyelashes have actually grown even longer and thicker. I swear his bottom lashes are what people aspire their top lashes to look like. It is disgusting. Can DiorShow replicate this? I think not.

What's Purim?

Like the rest of the world, I love me some Mad Men. Here's a little something to tide you over until the next season.

Relax

Instead of writing a boring and tedious paper, I decided to look through some of my old photos. Here's one from Mexico that I forgot existed:
So innovative. So simple. All stores need designated husband chairs, regardless of what they are selling.* It could be $800 shoes. It could be $2 bracelets. It doesn't matter! The possibilities are endless!


* Let's disregard the quotation marks for now.

In Which Angela Dutifully Obliges Catherine

Dear Catherine's poker windfall,
Do I smell a trip to Brooks Brothers?

Baller on a Budget

Dear Angela,

I had an awesome night at poker. Feel free to enable me next time I'm in New York.

<3,
Catherine

Yes, Paul. Yes!

Since I have started school, I've only spent money on things needed to live and pass my classes: food, metro cards, toiletries, and poker. I am mostly capable of being a thrifty person when the situation requires it. However, in order to achieve this, I no longer kill spare time by browsing such sites are yoox or Nordstom. Unfortunately, Angela is a demon sent by Satan to destroy my self-control at her leisure. So naturally she sent me a link to a Paul Smith scarf on sale at Saks. Being the weak willed creature that I am, I foolishly clicked on said link and immediately fell in love. So many stripes! And in NAVY, a color I needed in my arsenal of scarves. And I clicked and I bought and I waited.

BEHOLD!
Since I have had my obligatory moment of weakness so soon into the semester, Angela, I bid you, please do not send me any more links. As you know, I am now a cash based consumer as my only means of income is poker. Please have mercy. Please.

Back from the dead. Much like demon zombies.

Since people have complained that this blog has died, I shall try to revive it when I am not busy:

a. in class,
b. actually learning things,
c. thinking about learning things, or
d. contemplating the possibility of maybe starting to learn stuff.

While I am sort of supposed to be engaged in learning stuff, I am very much not engaged with getting stuff. I have actually been avoiding looking at anything for fear that I will not have the self-control to resist spending my poor grad school budget into the ground. It is a very childish form of self-control, but it is all that I have.

Soon, we shall see the consequences of "innocently" sending me a link to an item I may or may not want immediately upon laying eyes upon it.

Well, in other news, I am totally in love with Poladroid. Super fun! From now on any photos that I post to any blog* will be in Polaroid form! YES, Poladroid! YES!

I know, right!


* Big ups to the shameless plugs!

Yes. It is cold here.

So I am in Boston for Grad school and have consequently stopped buying things that do not fill my belly. So of course a month into this drought of materialism, threadless has a sale. A fucking sale. Here are the ones I desperately want, but will resist buying:

Dear God,

Some people see you in such things as the leaves of a tree or the smile of an infant. I see you in the shine of these shoes.

Too bad I'm on embargo. And that shipping costs 119 Euros. But still, thanks, God, for the eye candy.

<3,
Catherine

To cuff or not to cuff?

So my jeans have pretty much been perpetually cuffed for this entire year. Sometimes it is neat, sometimes sloppy. Sometimes high. Sometimes low. Oftentimes a combination of these. My question is, "Does the adorability/comfort factor make up for my suspicion that cuffing potentially makes my legs look stumpy?" I do not know the answer. I haven't yet used the 10 second timer on my camera yet, so let's combine projects and look at the evidence:


Hmm. That didn't come out quite as I expected. You should note that the stuff in the background is pretty clear. This is all I could muster up working with a 60mm lens and 12 inch mini tripod. I have issues with taking my picture in a mirror, so I was running around the camera and hoping to stand in the appropriate spot during these photos. Given more time and dedication, I'm sure I still could have taken clearer pictures. Unfortunately for you, my time and dedication to photography was temporarily coopted by television (Teacher. Mother. Secret lover.). Perhaps I will work on a fuller length picture. Give me a few months to build up the energy for that.

In any case, I have been especially feeling the high tops with cuffed jeans. Who's with me on that? Speaking of high tops, note the wonderfulness of this particular pair. Yes, the pair that I lusted over and mourned. The pair that taunted me with its unavailability, then surfaced as soon as I really needed to save up my money. My love for them overruled my practical side. Let's take a closer look.


I know! RIGHT! But what I really really like in these shoes is the texture. Observe:

!!!1!!1!!!!

Ok, back to the original point of this whole thing. Sometimes I am unsure as to whether rolling up/cuffing/pegging/whatever you want to call is a good thing. Clearly, I enjoy it, but there have been those that disagree with me. You can't really make that call without a full length picture, but simply in terms of shoes, I <3 the cuffing. I really do.

In case no one has realized this. This whole post was a roundabout way of reveling in my shoes. Worth it.

Delinquency

Admittedly, I am terrible with keeping in contact with people. You would think the one exception would be my mother, but no.

I do, however, manage to send her the occasional text:

Hi Mom, sorry haven't called in a while.
Still alive.
Have not spent all rent money on shoes.
Love,
Angela