little alisha.

shopping + self-perception

I’m happy to report that I’ve been sleeping in consistently until after 10:00am every day since graduation. It’s a wonderful feeling, full of groggy complacency and a very bad case of bed-head. I have the worst bed hair ever, and these days I am too lazy to care about it. Just today I strolled into the mall with my hair all afrizz, wearing a rumply old shirt and pants. That’s the way to do it in F-ville. Ah, to be a graduate.

Today I busted mi madre’s bank account and spent a whopping 200 bucks at the Polo outlet in Smithfield. I bought myself:

• navy blue cotton cable-knit sweater
• light blue and white striped oxford shirt
• yellow round neck t-shirt
• navy blue zip-up hoodie (SUPER soft and SUPER comfy)
• gray long-sleeve t-shirt (“For that cold Harvard weather,” my mom said. Quite sagely.)

A good haul, I think, or as Ron Weasley would say. All at really great prices.

Today I also noticed that I am a lazy fat ass. So tomorrow morning my dad and I are going for a nice morning run. I’m downloading a bunch of podcasts right now to listen to while I run. So far I like This American Life (NPR) and an assortment of podcasts from The Economist. Oh, and I might listen to music, too…maybe.

My dream diet? Pineapple and water! Nom nom nom nom.

we talked all night about the rest of our lives

I am trying to write a note in my best friend’s yearbook and it is the hardest thing to do. Tomorrow is graduation. By noon tomorrow, all of us will be graduates and alumni of FTS. I can’t describe what I am feeling right now. I am glad it’s over, but I can’t help but feel a little sad. I promised myself I wouldn’t be sad, that this day would come and go quietly, just another ceremonial bow into another part of life, but suddenly it hits me that this is it. We will never do a lot of things ever again. Some of these people we will never see again, some of these people we will only see once every other week, once a month, once a year, and it will finally trickle down and fade into a wedding invite or Christmas card in the far off distance. But then there are the people that stay. Not with you, per se, but within you. These are the people who mattered, the people who made high school high school. The people you made dumb inside jokes with, the people you hung out with on the weekends, the people who didn’t mind who you were, the people who really cared, the people you will tell your children about. You will find that these people are few and far between, but that’s just a fact of life. I am eighteen years old and I am already beginning to see the sad reality of life - it is a constant battle of winning true friends, fighting the good fight, and seeing who will still stand behind you when the smoke clears. So, Class of 2008, keep these friends close by. They’re the ones that matter. They’re the ones that will love you no matter what.

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Mahatma Ghandi once said, “My life is my message.” So that’s my charge to all of you - how will you be remembered when it’s all said and done? What message will your life convey?

Congratulations Class of 2008. Make your life your message.

i'm a new soul

“My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation.”

I’ve been really frustrated with certain people lately, and it makes me sad. :(