Staying home blues

In the last 72 hours I...

Graduated college with more honors and degrees than my brother did (just saying). Ok, so I'm not in this photo because I skipped that ceremony but aren't my friends too cute? They look happy here but really everyone spent the day drunk and crying.

Packed up all of my shit in my like 250 square foot room.

Managed to make it all fit in my 150 square foot bedroom in my parents house and somehow make it look nice. Photographed are my cheesey childhood trinkets, my CD collection, yearbooks, box of letters, box of prints and postcards.

Began experimenting with room fragrance. Here is a terracotta bear usually used to keep brown sugar soft. Put in a dish (with a little water, although I'm not sure if the water is necessary) and add a couple drops of lavender essential oil and voilà at least 24 hours of aromatherapy. A far better solution than spraying roomspray over and over again. I am going to assume you could even coat the bear with roomspray instead of oil (or perfume, if you're a big spender) and you'd still get this lasting effect. While the lavender soothes my soul, I think it would be nice to mix it with something else, probably from Demeter, which is $15 at Duane Reade, baby. Don't touch their new Snickers-inspired shit. Dirt and Wet Garden are both good.

Perfected my Egyptian Princess Look. To go with my flannel.

no LSD tonight

artemis i apologize for being so neglectful of our blog but i have been engaged in the kind of debauchery for the past few days that necessitates devoting all my spare moments to personal appearance and avoiding parents. most important conclusion of recent days



hospital bracelets are in. weird no? i feel like the logic goes something like, well lindsay lohan has one. anyway there is a place on st. marks which has begun manufacturing them alongside "wayfarers" and south dakota "driver's licenses."

ok summary of week to make up for poor attendance
mary, mary, mary, uniqlo, pinkberry
lost in soho (embarrassing)
miraculously cured injury with unprescribed painkillers
threw a party in the chelsea hotel
did not get arrested in the chelsea hotel
ate catalan food with cook
did not realize said cook was homosexual, oops
made unsuccessful apple cake
ate wonderful brunch with artemis
made sorbet with sexy single opera singer jamie
and finally

confessed to parents my actual ambition in life, which is to find a husband. expensive education is justified by use at cocktail parties. mother implies that this is immoral. i point out that she did not exactly pursue her career after marriage. this is not a defeat of feminism my friends. i just want financial security so that i can become a philosopher.