June 24, 2006

• “I keep on forgetting myself…” -Third Eye Blind-

  
  

   

  
  

  Here in D.C., I wake up & get dressed & actually try to look cute. It occurred to me this morning as I slid into a pink eyelet Gap dress that I’ve come a long way since my thrift-shirt era of fashion.

  
  

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  David, our “advisor” (he’s 25), was supposed to provide brunch in his room at 1:00, but at 1:15 we called him & he was just finished buying groceries. So eight of us made a makeshift meal of our own, eating mini-muffins & Tostitos with green salsa while standing around our kitchen table. Also, speaking of our kitchen: we have bugs.

  
  

   

  
  

  I’m going to Pentagon City with the girls today to shop. Somehow, I didn’t pack a black bra, so I need one of those. It feels very adult & metropolitan to take the Metro into Virginia & switch lines, riding escalators into the subway station & buying fare tickets. I even get a kick out of walking to work in the morning, dressed in my semi-professional gauchos & blazers, surrounded by men in ties & women in pumps.

  
  

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  My roommates are wonderful, by the way. Caroline, the Brit, has never been to Target, so we’re making an excursion there this afternoon. Taryn had a discussion with a certain boy last night who basically told her not to get attached because we plans on being a big whore. Marla & I had a deep convo about trust & friendship on the walk home from Shabbat dinner.

  
  

   

  
  

  I like it here & I’m happy right now. And isn’t that all that really matters?

  
  

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