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something got lost in translation…

February 10, 2010

As much as I complain about American men boys, I am thankful for one thing: I’ve got them basically figured out. I have their routine down, I know their habits and tricks and pick-up lines, and I have definitely figured out how to manipulate them.
European men boys are a whole different species.
Living abroad in Madrid [...]

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appreciating those close to me.

November 16, 2009

I have been fortunate enough to not have to deal with a lot of death in my life. Other than my two grandparents, no one close to me has passed away. I’ve never had to say goodbye to a close friend or family member, and my high school class was the first one to graduate [...]

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tmi thursday: the dirtiest clean.

August 6, 2009

It’s time for TMI Thursday, brought to you by LiLu. As she always says, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone [...]

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weekend visitors.

April 10, 2009

One of my very best friends from my semester abroad is coming to visit me today! She’s home for Easter weekend and her family lives close to my school, so we’re going to meet up for lunch. I can’t wait to see her — she’s hilarious and absurd and ridiculous and just SO much fun. [...]

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readjusting.

December 20, 2008

So I’ve officially been back in the United States for 2 weeks, and it feels good. I spent the last few weeks visiting friends in Boston and hanging out with my best friend in the whole world, Dizzy. We spent 3 days handcrafting adorable baby shower invitations (she’s due in February!) and I discovered that [...]

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how do you say WAX in spanish?

December 4, 2008

I actually know the answer to that.
Cera is wax, as in the hot drippy stuff. Depilación refers to the act of waxing.
Or, as I like to call it, ripping hair out of my body faster and more painfully than I could have ever imagined.
Without going into too much detail, I will just say that I [...]

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