Today, spending the entire day on Jstor archives and perfecting my (still-shabby) thesis statement for my modernism class.. I came to one very sad realization.
I'm really quite a boring person. I don't think I started out boring, I think I steered this direction over the years because. I guess I liked blending in as much as possible. Attention was sordid and unforgiving from 13 on. But, that's another story for another entry.
But, I do have a collection of over a hundred collector's barbie dolls, and more or less the same amount of lip glosses. And that's pretty interesting. Even I would admit that.