um, hi.

Let me tell you some facts about myself.

• I have brought no less than eight pairs of sunglasses to college.
• I have no idea what the fuck we talk about in Modern Culture and Media
• Somehow it looks like everyone has more work than me.
• I can't listen to songs on repeat. It ruins it. (Which is why I'm so OCD about my mix CDs)
• I'm actually OCD about a lot of things including: my rug being flat, my statistics on last.fm, where I sit in economics (mostly because it's caused problems in the past), and my ongoing scrabble games with my parents.
• Yeah, I play scrabble with my parents. I'm beating my dad at the moment.
• I get underestimated a lot.
• I have more scarves in my possession than some people have pants.
• I'm still figuring out the social-interaction thing.
• I'm afraid I'm often nostalgic for things that never existed.
• I'm allergic to nickel. This interferes with my love of cheap jewelry, or my unwillingness to spend more than $15 on a watch.
• Actually, I'm usually unwilling to spend more than $15 on anything at all, but somehow money still seems to fly away as soon as I get my hands on it.
• I name inanimate objects.
• I'm very protective of my music tastes. Some things are sacred, right?
• I wish I had more "awesome thrift store finds." So far, I have an oversized Ralph Lauren sweater, and an oversized polo shirt. I also had a very long pearl necklace that I got at a flea market in Neuchatel. For whatever reason, the only things that appeal to me in thrift stores are larger-than-usual prep staples.
• I miss the days when Death Cab for Cutie seemed to know everything about me.
• I make weird faces in pictures, because I'm fairly certain I'm going to end up looking weird anyway, and I'd rather it be on purpose.

I felt like I hadn't blogged anything substantial today.

This feels substantial now.

Good.

Love always,

Clara