men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses
but it's still three days away...
10.21.2003
1:11 p.m.

I bought a see through shirt today...

thats really not the point of today but I think I have your attention now...

I had a day off because of PSATs so Ekin, Maggie, Lisa and I went into DC to visit the national gallery of art and the corcoran as per Ro's request... Turns out the Corcoran is closed every tuesday. We're going back the Sunday after next to see the Dancing with Renoir. Rosinski wants pictures...

The exhibit at the gallery was beautiful...even if it was decadent and bourgeois...it was still pretty, which was the only point of those paintings, theres no emotion in them... at all. Theyre all lecivious and meaningless and at least three of them were named "blindman's bluff" now I have to write a narrative based on my experience. I can do it, I won't know I need time to mull...like cider(speaking of I left a cup of tea in my room this morning... I need to go get rid of that.)

I had lunch at the World Bank with Ekin's father. I have a picture id and everything. We had sushi, they have good sushi at the world bank. I can get into the IMF with that id too...but only for the next two and a half hours.

We walked all over DC. I love this city. Its so alive. Theres a part of me that loves the Shenandoah and would be more than happy to live there in a cabin and just write and then theres this other part thats only happy in the city. She was sated today...We walked up and down 17th street, around the mall, to Georgetown...after taking the metro to foggy bottom, but its still a walk. We had dinner there which brings us to the see through shirt. Its almost a fishnet but its a wool blend sweater... it's pink and brown. It's actually really pretty but its also really see through. But I can wear it with brown tank top so it doesn't matter... I could also wear it with a pink bra... I'd just have to find a place for that...a club? I don't really go to them...oh well. I tried.

all in all it was a good day. it was a very good day.

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Song De Jour:

She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run

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