No more priorities!

(At least until my week of wisdom teeth removal is finally over. I can't even enjoy a tiny free sample of chocolate-chip cookie because my mouth is in the same state as a three-month-old baby's. Now I know why they cry all the time.)

Whew! Finals week is finally over. I do have to hang around town to work, but I was in the stacks and I remembered seeing the new Vogue (American, unfortunately, I want to see Charlotte Gainsbourg's poetry in motion in French), and I thought to myself, "I should really finish The Children's Hospital." Then, immediately after, "No, I shouldn't." And Penelope Cruz is quite stunning, although there is a male model accompanying her whose up-to-the-armpits suspender-ed and embroidered red matador pants are very enviable.

Oh, and isn't "My Insolence" the worst name for a perfume? I mean, if Hilary Duff is trying to play up her stylish-and-sophisticated image, she should probably consider a new moniker for her latest scent. "Insolence." That's better. With the "My" in front of it, it sounds like some soul-searching eighth grader wrote a poem with the help of a thesaurus, something like, "I think of him all the time. My thoughts have no reason or rhyme. My pain is very real and hurts. I cry in gardens within the dirt."

But anyway, it's going to be an awesome rest-of-week. Expect better bloggerings soon, I offer my humblest apologies for the lack of posts while I was struggling to learn my Maths, and writing a 6-page essay on the inverse relationship between the idea of cultural hierarchy and the growth of the middle class (ask me sometime).

Oh, and fashion moment of the week: We were playing an, ahem, card game when I drew a jack, which meant I had to name a category. I was staring at my friend' s ultra-distracting argyle sweater so I said, "sweaters!" What ensued:
Me: Cardigan.
CZ: Striped.
G-tron: V-neck.
J, of the argyle sweater: um, vertical?

But while I am having a great two days, Winona is having an awesome life--I mean, the closest I've ever gotten to Tom Cruise is the Scientology building next door to my favorite restaurant... oh, and while watching Eyes Wide Shut. (Shudders). I needn't say more.