College Saporosity at its finest...

The taste is still there (and no I’m not referring the excellent sashimi) I’m talking about friendship.

Even after all these years have passed, after all these boys we never gabbed
about, and all those times we never got drunk together I can still call
her a friend. Sure, it takes time to rebuild and mend- but the possibility
is there and that is what matters.

Most people hate the past. They forget it. Despise it. Quiver at it’s
mere mention. But there is something about history that I find comforting.
Maybe because I felt I didn’t have any for a very long time; or perhaps
because it’s back, or rather …. she is.

So cheers to old friends, good memories, and a future I didn't think existed.

But sometimes I am fooled. And by sometimes, I mean often.

Summer classes are a major pain in my arse. I was seriously contemplating
giving a go to an affair with the young teacher in my politics class to shake
things up (I'm only half joking when I say this). That was until he dropped
the “wife” line. WHAT THE HELL! He’s only like 28. What happened to the good
old days of bachelordom and taking advantage of supple young girls who
want A's to boost their GPA?

And on top of all this discouragosity I’ve stolen my Mother’s weight-watchers
books while she’s off gallivanting with her sister in California doing whatever
it is that 60 year old women do…..I digress.

So I’ve meticulously been following the ‘point system’ and hitting the
gym everyday.


‘Wow, how slender you must be getting’ is what you’re thinking right now, right? Well, wrong!

There has been absolutely no pay off on the scale yet. And I’ve tried about
everything. Weighing myself after peeing. Sleeping instead of eating.
Doing homework on the Elliptical. Weighing my food down to the ounce to
make sure I’m staying on track. I even joined Glamour magazine’s
‘Body by Glamour’ program..

But yet nothing!

If it’s this hard when I’m 20, I don’t even want to think about kicking off
those baby lbs 15 (or 20 if I'm gutsy and not intimidated by down-syndrome and old eggs) years from now.

Adoption or Nothing. I don’t want my fruits of the womb leaving their pits
on my thighs or love handles (though a little boost in the boobage vicinity
would be nice)

Off to the gym now. Any tips from all you slender men killers out there?

Or are men killers a dying breed?
This is depressing.

It’s been a while my dear non-readers:

Sophomore year hit me like a supply shortage of Evian backstage during
Fashion week. Since my last post agonizing over the pit falls of finals
I’ve made some major changes. Ok, ok…. I’ll admit some are not so major
in the big scheme of things, but feeling bigg-ish right now in my 20 year
old life.

First and foremost, I got my own apartment (with a bunch of gals).
Yes, my beloved Father is paying for the accommodations and I am
building excellent credit under his good faith and bank account,
but those minuet details don’t make me feel any less of an adult.
I decorated my room all on my own via Ikea and a very nice paint man
at the local Sears. It came out not quite as boho chic as I was going
for but it still reflective of my inner décor genuis (not to pat my own
back or anything)…(pat,pat).


Secondly, …… hum. I don’t know if I have a secondly, but has anyone
seen the new Teen Vogue? Little (literally) Katie Bos is looking quiet
cute and wholesome if I don’t say so myself. Back-to-school issues are
always the best. August just seems like the right month for reinventing
and what not- regardless that August magazines are delivered in June.
New hair, new knits, taming a summer of self-tanner overloading- all
in good fun ol’ chum. Now only if Glamour had a 'back to school' issue,
or maybe a 'back to work'.......

I got halfway through the Devil Wears Prada before the movie came out
and never got around to finishing the book. Honestly, the words just
weren’t as captivating as I hoped, but dreams of sugar plum fairies and
Anne Hathaway with killer bangs danced in my head and pushed me onward.
Eventually I caved and just tied up loose ends by seeing the movie….
Which I LOVED! How cute is that little choco-curly head from Entourage?
Much more than I’d like to admit. The movie was chinsey and cheesey with
the perfect amount of ‘wish that was my life’.

Speaking of pop culture, I’m pretty much sure that everyone saw Matt Lauer’s
interview with the one and only Ms. Spears. Just one thing,


“What’s with the hair Brit?”


P.S. Props for Sean and his amazing normal name.
I hope he's not pals with Shiloh and Shish-Kabob or whatever
people are naming their off-spring these days.