not to do

J. Crew don't do this to me! Don't introduce free world-wide duty-free shipping around the world. Christ, just don't do it. I have my Art History presentation on Nam June Paik and so many little essays due Monday. And it's not just my workload. NJP is a cool dude.

It's just that I've gone a bit far with on the shopping front. It is All Quiet on the Western Front indeed, mostly because of my losing battles against instant gratification. For $ conservation purposes I've even given up da Williams juice. See you at the Herring x

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Or Positano. Who am I kidding.

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And yet I still feel deprived. My favorite things to shop for are dresses (surprising, yes) and more than graduation--or anything really--I look forward to Senior Week. I can't wait to bust out the dresses I've accumulated over the years and rarely worn (it's Williams...) and see the fellas in shirts and ties and jackets. And I don't want to graduate anyway, I don't know why I even mentioned that...

Oh right, I didn't explain why I feel deprived. It's because in Spain the leather and suede is very nice but I'm not looking for a leather dress or anything. I'm also not trying to look like an Urban Outfitters / Anthropologie catalog, which is the scene here in Madrid. It is all about the cult of different. And I did just make that term up, and I hope you understand what I want to say. The cult of different is what Urban Outfitters sells, except in Spain UO is replaced by Stradivarius, Bershka, Esfera, etc. Zara I can tolerate on some days because it can get quite nice.

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"Common People" (Pulp, 1995)

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Today I woke up at 1:30pm because it is a Friday and that means it's the weekend already. So much fun. I'm going to another flamenco show tonight! 

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Since coming back to Madrid I think my Spanish has sprouted a bit. Hey, the long absence from "vale" was a little sad! Plus, experiments in French and Italian have given me the extra motivation to just go for it while I'm in Spain.

Speaking of France and Italy (but I'm really just looking at you, Italy), I already feel less disgusting from my Semana Santa! The end to the food coma is near, I think, if only barely...

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Yesterday I found out the one of the porteros is a Jehovah's Witness! He is the nice one who actually looks Spanish. I didn't know JWs existed in Spain. The other chubby portero is not nice. I think my host brother and his friends bullied one of them and got in trouble on Wednesday. Regardless of eleven-year-old politics/parenting, I hope it was the chubby.