I'm back to my elementary ways... elementary school, that is. Lost my contact (a terrible conclusion to a more than wonderful Valentine's Day), so am forced to wear my glasses for a month. I am stuck as to what hairstyles and makeup look best with me in glasses. Found that the most natural look with them is in my sweats. Not so encouraging. I just don't want to get caught up in that bad porn movie (or hip hop video, take your pick) where if I put my hair up, don a skirt, white button down blouse and heels, I'm all geek and then take off the glasses, let my hair down, unbutton a few down and PRESTO CHANGO VOILA! Instant slut!

"breakup"* cds which arent really meant for that purpose: LeAnn Rimes This Woman, Kenny Chesney Be As You Are

* argue, call, yell, argue, dont talk for 1-20 hours, call, argue, cry, talk.

Thanks Michael, for showing me how overrated the flowers/candy/balloons/fancy dinner holiday can be. Spending 9 hours with you, sharing two meals, & dealing with your old man status can make for a wonderful date. Especially if it includes a viewing or two of a vested, leashed bunny rabbit. Thanks for the alkie (mixed with blue Powerade, yum). Did you eat all of the milk peanuts already?

Look what my boyfriend got me!!

pink polka dots, my favourite...

three day weekend in vallejo coming up... but for the meantime, the second edition of INTERNATIONAL LAW: Cases and Commentary is calling me, via a soy hazelnut latte. I wish I could just do this all the time, read about law and drink coffee... I hope there's a job out there with that description.