Market to Market

10:30 AM Farmers market. Bought an apple fritter, loaf of bread, a giant cucumber, a bunch of apples, a coffee, and a banana nut muffin.
12:00 PM Book shop. Bought a novel of short stories called Nightfall by Isaac Asimov
12:20 PM Record shop.
12:40 PM Home
1:00 PM Ragstock. Tried on gaudy ball gowns.
1:30 PM Urban Oufitters. Bought a shirt and ankle boots.
1:45 PM Vintage Clothing shops
2:30 PM Smoke shop. Bought a cigarette holder and 2 cigars
3:00 PM Another Vintage shop.
3:30 PM Ragstock again. Tried on more gaudy ball gowns. Bought a silky  red dress for my costume and long black gloves. And a gentleman's mustache for our Colonel Mustard.
4:00 PM Home
4:45 PM Dinner at La Marsa.
6:00 Home

My wallet lit up in flames moments ago and is currently burning a hole through my wood floor. Expensive, but a perfect day nonetheless. Freezing my account for the next 2 months. 

10:00 PM- 2:00 AM Snowboard Club progressive...tonights gonna be a good, good night. I can feel it.

Halloween

In celebration of the fall season, so far I have eaten any pumpkin baked good that has come into my sight, enjoyed carmel and apples (ensemble of course), drank at least 3 different Octoberfest beers, ran or walked on many beautiful brisk fall days, and the last thing on my list is to send a giant box of colorful leaves to my friend in California who doesn't have the blessing of autumn.

Just today I went halloween costume shopping at Salvation Army. My room mate and a couple friends are going as the Clue gang. The boys were very successful in finding a Plum, Green, and Colonel costume, but my room mate and I struck out as Peacock and Scarlet. Thrifting and the farmer's market in the morning. Hopefully we will have a little more luck.

Fairies, Skunks, and Brinner (Not Necessarily in that Order)

I finished exams last week, so to celebrate I got breakfast at 2 A.M with my roommate downtown.
Pancakes and hash browns with a lot of syrup.

On our way home we found 4 fairy doors along our way. We have found a total of 8 in the past 2 years.

Lastly, we found a skunk.

It was a magical night. and it all began with the brinner.

Change of Pace

I was looking for a change of pace, so I died my hair blue. Unfortunately the only thing that changed was the color of my hair.

Feel Free to Make Yourself at Home

Hello and Welcome!

I'd like to give you the same introduction that I crafted for Zack Galifinakas...

Hello! My name is Angela. I am a pre-medical student at the University of Michigan. 

I met a man once whose advice to me was to formulate a 15 word sentence about myself that I could ramble off whenever asked, "So tell me about yourself." As if any 15 word sentence can sum up any individual. If you ask me, it would be much more effective to show a picture to introduce yourself. They ARE worth 1000 words. But, here is a new sentence to introduce myself. Similarly accurate, but possibly more relevant. 

I love tigers and flannel. I am slightly neurotic. If I could, I would visit the Mariana Trench. 

I had a thought today. Only one single thought which occupied me all day. It was particularly disturbing and curious...

It came to me right before I had class when I stopped in the restroom in my lecture building. I noticed on the bathroom stall wall (which I am sure anyone who has used a public bathroom has noticed something similar) a message in permanent marker. It read, "Do you ever feel like you are missing out? Like everything good is happening somewhere else?" May I also add that someone had the nerve to further isolate this individual's desperate inquiry with a bold "NO!" Some one else wrote, "I would do anything to get my boyfriend back." 

Now, I would like to address this issue. First, I pity the lonely bathroom goer hoping to find a personal connection with another lonely bathroom goer within the comfort of a stall. Furthermore, what kind of society are we living in where people look to the bathroom stall for conversation? Facebook and Twitter are not very intimate, so I guess I can see where they are coming from. The bathroom stall is much more inviting. Lastly, these messages and questions are not just scribbled in public restrooms, but in libraries, subways, carved in tables at restaurants...Why the desperation? Do these anonymous inquiries and confessions expect a response? or just get it off their chest?  

And here I am vaguely introducing myself and asking you fellow bloggers for a response...

So here's to you, bathroom scrawlers, seekers, and solitaries.