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I'm leaving my home tomorrow. I'll never come back here, never see these familiar walls again. How can that be? The things I can't wrap my mind around; this is one.
Shopping is hard. I hate malls sometimes. I am tired.
I discovered that after the expansion they're renaming Carousel something godawful. Destiny USA or something. I understand they're now officially competing with the Mall of America and all, but, really. That's just wrong. And I'm not especially looking forward to my mall becoming a major tourist attraction. Then again what else does Syracuse have going for it?
So, malling. I do love H&M. I did not find my dream leather coat, but I found a gorgeous knee-length grey tweed one that I honestly think I prefer anyway.
I have yet to buy gifts for other people, but that did not stop me from buying myself a book and a cd. I blame Borders. I simply cannot be expected to resist that palace of words and music. That I bought only one book, and one cd, shows marvelous restraint, really. The book was poetry (gasp!) and though I was torn between a Levine and a Phillips I eventually chose an anthology of contemporary poets. It does have a few poems of both poets in it, and a whole ton I've never heard of. Needless to say, it is delightful.
The cd is Rachel's Music for Egon Schiele, and it's absolutely lovely.
The world is winterized but the weather does not seem to understand this. How is it fifty degrees in almost-December? How is it that the only snow I've seen was the snow I had to drive through?
So tomorrow I will return to Smith and sink into a haze of paper-writing and finals-time stress and I'll scarcely notice it's the holiday season, though I've stolen two decorative items from my family's collection, the gold angel candle chimes and the ancient, foggy snowglobe with the Christmas Carol scene. I'm thinking I'll steal the King's College Choir cd as well, since my father never did get around to burning me a copy. Now if only it would snow, perhaps I'd actually remember Christmas every once in a while in the next few weeks.
Shopping is hard. I hate malls sometimes. I am tired.
I discovered that after the expansion they're renaming Carousel something godawful. Destiny USA or something. I understand they're now officially competing with the Mall of America and all, but, really. That's just wrong. And I'm not especially looking forward to my mall becoming a major tourist attraction. Then again what else does Syracuse have going for it?
So, malling. I do love H&M. I did not find my dream leather coat, but I found a gorgeous knee-length grey tweed one that I honestly think I prefer anyway.
I have yet to buy gifts for other people, but that did not stop me from buying myself a book and a cd. I blame Borders. I simply cannot be expected to resist that palace of words and music. That I bought only one book, and one cd, shows marvelous restraint, really. The book was poetry (gasp!) and though I was torn between a Levine and a Phillips I eventually chose an anthology of contemporary poets. It does have a few poems of both poets in it, and a whole ton I've never heard of. Needless to say, it is delightful.
The cd is Rachel's Music for Egon Schiele, and it's absolutely lovely.
The world is winterized but the weather does not seem to understand this. How is it fifty degrees in almost-December? How is it that the only snow I've seen was the snow I had to drive through?
So tomorrow I will return to Smith and sink into a haze of paper-writing and finals-time stress and I'll scarcely notice it's the holiday season, though I've stolen two decorative items from my family's collection, the gold angel candle chimes and the ancient, foggy snowglobe with the Christmas Carol scene. I'm thinking I'll steal the King's College Choir cd as well, since my father never did get around to burning me a copy. Now if only it would snow, perhaps I'd actually remember Christmas every once in a while in the next few weeks.