29 March 2002
Working on a new layout.. really.
Hehe, Mellers, you love Isadora's name so much you're using it for your own? Silly.
Saw Columbia/NYU today and yesterday. I don't know if I would like it at either of the two.. they all seem very fast-paced. I don't know if I'm mature enough for them! I've led a generally very sheltered life in Minnesota. There was more than enough evidence of that from today. I've been wanting Michael Kors perfume forever, but it's $60 a bottle, so I've refrained from buying any. And lo and behold, while we were walking around Canal St., I see many many perfume vendors along the street! I asked and bargained at a ton of places before my mom started saying that the smell would probably fade before long (apparently they buy the real stuff, then dilute it and package it?). I felt another bit of my naivete slip away.
Despite all my teasing of Liz at Model UN for her faith in human good-ness, I found myself defending some of the people who came onto our Metro car asking for money. There was one boy we saw both today and yesterday, selling M&Ms for 'basketball jerseys'. I believed him. Does that mean I'm an idealist or just blind? My mother countered saying he probably just used it as an excuse to live on the street. Does that mean she's a realist or a cynic? Visiting New York has certainly caused much thought.
Hehe, Mellers, you love Isadora's name so much you're using it for your own? Silly.
Saw Columbia/NYU today and yesterday. I don't know if I would like it at either of the two.. they all seem very fast-paced. I don't know if I'm mature enough for them! I've led a generally very sheltered life in Minnesota. There was more than enough evidence of that from today. I've been wanting Michael Kors perfume forever, but it's $60 a bottle, so I've refrained from buying any. And lo and behold, while we were walking around Canal St., I see many many perfume vendors along the street! I asked and bargained at a ton of places before my mom started saying that the smell would probably fade before long (apparently they buy the real stuff, then dilute it and package it?). I felt another bit of my naivete slip away.
Despite all my teasing of Liz at Model UN for her faith in human good-ness, I found myself defending some of the people who came onto our Metro car asking for money. There was one boy we saw both today and yesterday, selling M&Ms for 'basketball jerseys'. I believed him. Does that mean I'm an idealist or just blind? My mother countered saying he probably just used it as an excuse to live on the street. Does that mean she's a realist or a cynic? Visiting New York has certainly caused much thought.