Day 30

For my last day of NaBloPoMo, I was hoping to post a video of Rocky Balboa running up the steps in Philly or some other sports-related, underdogs-overcome-incalculable-odds-to-win montage. However, it seems that YouTube is filled with videos of people doing their own Rocky runs, rather than the actual film clip. Instead, just try to hear the music in your head. (ba ba baaaaaaaaaa, ba ba baaaaaaaaaa) You're welcome. (Incidentally, I have a video of the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, where the band plays the 'Rocky' theme in front of the palace. It's pretty awesome.)

So, it's Cyber Monday. I was sort of looking forward to doing some shopping, but I'd forgotten that I like to shop online for particular items instead of just browsing. Looking around, comparing prices, and debating the relative values of stuff that I can't actually see is just tedious to me. And of course the items that I'm looking for don't seem to be marked down much, if at all. I'm sure that other people will find some amazing deals, and I'll be rather envious, but it's sort of like venturing out to the malls on Black Friday; sounds like a great idea in theory, you could really luck out, but it's actually way more effort than it's worth. Of course, if you happen to find something and would like to share, I will be dutifully impressed!

Also, NaBloPoMo is over, yippee! I think this is the first time I've successfully completed it. Please join me in patting myself on the back. I am taking tomorrow (and probably a few more successive days) off.

Good thing most of my readership is female

On Saturday, one of the local malls (yes, there are many) had a visiting makeup artist in from New York, and they were doing all sorts of free gifts and makeovers and generally fun girly things, and so my mom and I both went for makeovers. Now generally, I am not one for makeup; I usually put a bit of something on my face so as not to scare people, but it is really fun to see what I would look like if I actually bothered, once in a while. And since this is rather a picture-worthy event, I'm going to break my own rule about posting self-photos on the Interwebz and put one up, to probably be taken down later. *edit: done!*

You can't quite tell in the picture (why does the camera focus on itself in the mirror? is it narcissistic?), but the eyeliner is actually blue, and I've got about 5 different colors of eyeshadow on. So it's something I wouldn't do every day, but I've been thinking that maybe I should put a little more effort into it... when I manage to scrape together a social life again, at least.

Also at the mall, I scored a dress and matching jacket, from Calvin Klein, originally $320, for $50. And an awesome pair of sparkly high heels which are definitely standing or sitting shoes, not so much for walking, but totally worth it. Suffice it to say I did my part this weekend to pump some capital back into the American economy.

You're welcome, America.

Opinions wanted!

O loyal blog readers, today you have to WORK for your entertainment. Opinions are desperately needed on this subject:

I decided to celebrate the term being over by going into town and wandering around a bit. I hadn't yet been in the new department store that just opened a few weeks ago, so I wandered into there, just going to have a look around. And I found a travel bag (which I needed) and this coat (which I don't need so much). It was a tough decision: I tried on the two sizes that were on the rack, found the right size in a different color, left, came back, found that my size was on the mannequin, and got someone to take the coat off the mannequin so I could try it on. If I were being my normal, frugal-to-a-fault self, I wouldn't have bought it, but this coat's pretty awesome. And yet, I'm a poor grad student who does, in fact, already own a coat.

(sorry about the cutting off of the head and the rather sketchy background)


Pros: a red coat is awesome, it's wool and cashmere, and 90 pounds is pretty good compared to the other coats in the store.

Cons: 90 pounds=$180!, and I do actually own a long, black wool coat (it's at home).

So here are your choices:

1. Keep it! Everyone wears black in the winter, and color is needed. Plus, it's not too trendy that I won't be able to wear it. Also, I look good in red. (heh)
   
2. Return it! Why the hell would I need two long, wool coats? That's totally wasteful. Also, 90 pounds is my food budget for almost a month.

I know for a fact that there are at least 4 of you who read this blog (semi-)regularly, so let's hear it.

PS- NaBloPoMo's over, hooray!

Christmas shopping tip

This is awesome. So awesome, in fact, that I just ordered one for myself. Merry Christmas to me! But if you're looking for gifts, the whole site's pretty cool, so enjoy!

Some events have transpired in the past couple days that have led me to the following conclusion: I have got to find new friends that don't make me feel inferior and/or stupid. Not that they do it on purpose, but that's how it is. Of course, it's hard to make new friends when you spend all your time in class/working/taking naps. Maybe I should start doing my work elsewhere and harassing people in the library.

I heart Presidents

Thank you, dead Presidents, for giving us a four-day weekend. It was/is sorely needed, especially since it's the only break we have until Easter. Oh yeah, and thanks for leading the country through its times of crisis, etc., etc.

I've filled in three of the four days so far by driving around and doing errands: planning with my co-teacher, making a half-assed attempt to reorganize my classroom, teaching Irish dance, going to dance rehearsal, putting gas in the car, going to Target, and going to the Mall. All I really needed was a black shawl-/scarf-type-thing to wear with a borrowed dress to the 'Maskenball' (that's right, the formal affair that serves as a fundraiser for the school to which the teachers were invited and/or forced to attend). However, I ended up coming home with a dress. And you all well know that I am perhaps the cheapest person on the face of the planet and rarely buy new stuff, let alone frivolous stuff that I will possibly never wear again. But this dress (apart from being on sale -- ha, some things never change) is totally worth it; I actually look good in it. And I never think that about myself, so clearly, I couldn't pass this one up. The only downside here is that I feel rather dumb and irrational having already had a decent dress, but then going and spending money on a new one. Rationalizations, anyone?

Anyway. Other things I bought at the Mall were jewelry to wear with the dress (at Claire's! I was totally surrounded by 12-year-olds and felt way too old) and shoes for no real reason other than they are very cute. And they have cherries on them. And thus ends my last shopping spree for the foreseeable future.

About the Maskenball: It was actually not that bad. A bit weird, perhaps, to be chatting with the parents of your students while sipping champagne and wearing formal attire, but rather nice. I made no huge social faux pas, so that was good. Unfortunately, it was basically single me in a sea of married people; that was a bit annoying, but I didn't really care too much. At least there was no one I really had to impress.

In other news... got some mail from Cambridge today. The more I think about it, the more I really want to go for it. Despite all reasonable thought that says, I have a job with decent security (because there is a limited pool of qualified applicants), I'm earning money and paying off loans, I've spent a lot of time and effort trying to feel at home here, I don't necessarily have good plans for the future following an MA degree... then I think, it's the University of Cambridge! Seriously, how cool is that! I checked out the website for the umpteenth time today and found a list of MPhil candidates in my department... there are ten of them. TEN. Being accepted to a program that only takes ten people a year is pretty amazing. And turning that down because I don't have a spare 18,000 pounds seems pretty stupid.

Then again, it's 18,000 pounds. Let's hope I win the lottery or strike oil or something.