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Yesterday in NYC I picked up (by mistake) Fentimans Botanically Brewed Lemonade. I only noticed what it was when I was on the train back to Albany. It has just .5% of alcohol so it can be sold to minors (which also explains why I was able to buy it in the first place), and yet the taste is amazing. It does taste like and smell like beer, but its just lemonade being fermented. The only downside is that its made in Englad, so this also explains the $4 that I paid for a bottle that is about half a regular soda bottle. I am ordering a case though – that stuff is like the espresso of lemonade.

Someone in school had the original 1987 version of Cinderella on their computer. This movie is right below my favorite – Winnie the Pooh. Is it wrong that I giggle like a 3 year old when I watch old Disney movies?

I’m not like this ever but: OMG! iPod socks! They are so cool, you get 6 socks of different colors to make your already sexy iPod even sexier.

PS: Rae, there is a pink one for you.

Lately, for some odd reason, I have felt very carefree about talking of my hopes and dreams. Like today when I went out to get the best Pizza in the entire world with someone, I can’t believe what I said came out of my mouth so easily. I don’t feel guilty as once I did nor do I fear some bad consequence will arise from it.

I guess there is nothing wrong in sharing that I’m excited about the next 5 years to come. To think that my life may actually become predictable in such a short span of time. Or that almost every time I see a little girl I hear something inside my head say “Oh my god! That would be so cool!” I could go for hours on just that. And finally to think that in such a short time, my life might be close to stable – that to me is most important.

But as I noticed today, these are all things which I have little to no control over. Unlike my dreams of becoming a Professor, these dreams and hopes might very well only be part of my fairy tale life.

I have lost the number of times I wished that for once I had no ‘counselor’ or ‘advisor’ figure in my academic life. Well, look it seems god has listened to my prayers once again. Thank you, sorry about not believing in you.

The best morning are those where for a second you can still feel the presence of someone. For:

• My left hand smells like chlorine.
• My right smells like vanilla.
• …and my face also smells like vanilla.

• Not to mention the overall warmth of my pillow (wich now also smells like vanilla.)

And all of this because when you got home the previous night you were so out of it that all you could do was close your eyes so that your body could meet up with your mind which was already in a dream state, properly called “lala-land”.

There is something wonderful in the air when Starbucks changes its plain white cups with red christmas ones and the music changes from that old jazz mix to Christmas music. It reminds me of past years. Like last year, I first noticed the change when I went to Atlantic City for All State Choir. The cup also brings some depressing feelings but nonetheless I uncontrollably happy when Starbucks changes its cups.

After taking an exam made up entirely of big nasty proofs, I remembered the times in 7th grade when I got tests where if you didn’t know the answer to the question all you had to do was look on the next page. The teacher was too stupid to notice that inside another question was the answer to a previews question. I loved those tests, why can’t college tests be a bit more like 7th grade ones.