The snow is becoming fiercer with every minute. Sure, it's pretty, but like many pretty things, it's a pain in the ass. While I took the subway to school, I managed to spill coffee on my tights, which, combined with the remnants of snow, gave me awkward light brown circles on my knees.
(Snow on campus! I love that bold, powerful Athena is the symbol for Columbia.)
But before that, I rolled into work submerged in white flecks, only to go back out within ten minutes to proudly perform a coffee run that would make interns everywhere proud. I'm becoming one of those people who need their caffeine kick to make it to lunchtime. I think all these high powered journalists are rubbing off on me too well. (Top 5 drinks: Coffee with cream and sugar, Chai Tea Latte, Cinnamon Dolce Latte, White Chocolate Mocha, Caramel Apple Spice)
AH. Must. Stop. Giving. Starbucks. So. Much. Business.
Of course, I wouldn't need to depend on any substances if I had gotten the proper amount of sleep last night (but who really does?). I was too busy doing valuable things, like deciding which red dress was my favorite from the delicious link Ameya sent me:
I LOVE red, LOVE one shoulder dresses, and LOVE Kim Kardashian (yes, I still don't understand why exactly she is a celebrity, but she worked the dress)
Conversation with Mommy Dave:
Mommy: "I missed you a lot today."
Me: "Really? Why?"
Mommy: "I was listening to that song on the radio you got me into."
Me: "What song?"
Mommy: "Gaa gaa oooh la la. Raw Raw ooh ba ba."
Me: "Are you trying to sing Lady Gaga?"
Mommy: "Yes!! That one! I was going to say Miss Haha, but that didn't sound right."
P.S. Still don't understand Google Buzz; I just feel like I can creepily eavesdrop on others' conversations
P.P.S. Hair (shampooing, drying) adds an irking 30-45 minutes into my daily getting ready routine.