A nice pair of ballerina shoes with a slight heel that I cannot quite determine if they are slightly off or perfect. I found some hideous beautiful ones at Rastro but they were 30 euro. What kind of flea market buy is that?
A beautiful beat up leather briefcase to tote my school things in - this is almost becoming a necessity because no one carries a backpack. With one here you stick out a bit like a sore thumb. I used to be so proud of mine in the sixth grade too.
My camera has died. It needs new batteries, thus until I can find them here are some posts from around the web to help you pleasantly procrastinate with your day.
My 6th grade reading teacher had us analyze Norton Juster's "The Phantom Tollbooth". At first I felt it to be rather useless, but once Milo entered the Duldrums all I wanted to do was inform others on allegories and use the word "lethargic" in every sentence. Happy Birthday Milo.
I will not lie. I enjoy a good romantic comedy complete with it's imperative scene in the rain. In the The New Yorker, author Mindy Kaling shares her hilarious truth on the 7 types of women in romantic comedies.
Tomorrow night my fellow beginner dance class members and I will be debuting our skills in a genuine Spanish salsa club. Oh, don't you wish you could see it?