It's two o'clock and I'm hopelessly behind on my To Do list - but I did check my money and phew, it seems like I won't have to pull a grinch and steal for Christmas. At least that's taken care of. Apart from the actual gift ideas, but we'll get there.

I need to get into a cab in three hours and my hair is better left undescribed, I just polished off a plate of pasta and a pound of chocolate and I can feel my skin curse me but hey, a lot can happen in three hours. A miracle or a shower or something.

I've never been on a double date before - the thought of it in theory actually feels revolting but I'm sure it'll be no big deal at all. As long as no one asks me about college and what I want to do with the rest of my life, I can get along with most people.

Damn, I should have written more of my Zeitgeist essay (for fashion design; I'm supposed to explain why the hippie/bohème/exotic trend is going to be popular next summer. Like I'm psychic) today. It's just so dull to research the facts that I already know I'm gonna use, no matter if they're validated or not. It's also very distracting: This morning, for instance, I looked up the Beatles' stay in India in 68 and went from there to reading all there is on Wikipedia about John Lennon' wives and death. It was sad, too, and time consuming and not relevant for me at all. 

To be continued....


Love,

Rosy Smith

So far, I burned my tongue (I was seduced by a Dunkin Donuts X-Mas offer, mainly because I wanted a caramel latte for less, and now I'm also stuck with a donut I didn't need. Now I'll have to eat it. Life's hard.) and almost got hit by a cab. Good morning, lovelies.

News of the day: No, you cannot delete a sent message if the other person didn't get it yet. Not even when it's a screenshot of your chat with that exact same person. Never. It's one of the greatest miseries of our time. My condolence.

Woah, no reason to throw aluminium foil at the prof (I wish I was kidding).

Some carbs to brighten the mood (by that time I had forgotten about the Boston Cream)

I should increase my coffeine intake again.

Love,

Rosy Smith

When a soldier deliberately tries to harm another soldier who's on his side, that's called fragging. At first I thought that it's friendly fire, but that happens by accident. In fashion, it's not an accident.

Small things, like a girl not wanting to share her oh so precious talent of photoshopping to the point where she refuses to give us our own group work because we could profit from it. Seriously. Like I had an exhibition at the Met planned to showcase the excellent airbrushing of our model's skin. I'm sure that I would also get an internship at Vogue, just by handing in those pictures and stressing out the modified light intensity. So sorry to disappoint her, but I really just want to have them because they're mine and I especially want them now that she's making such a row of it. Heavens.

Big things, like the abuse of models in the industry that James Scully pointed out in his VOICES speech on Business Of Fashion (go watch it, he's so great and sincere and you'll cry).

But onto more positive issues! I think I just stole someone a seat on the train, sorta ducking underneath him and throwing myself onto it. I heard him sniff in a annoyed way, that's how I realized he wanted to sit there, but I'm not about to give it up just because he may have seen it first. As every commuter knows, it's a case of do or die. If you show weakness, you grab onto the nearest seat and get strong calves because honey, you're standing up another ten miles. Learn to live with it, like I did.

Do you know the law of attraction? A friend of mine recommends it. I'm too impatient to follow anything to do with waiting for things but she seems really happy with it. It's the thing with the cosmic ordering. I like the restaurant allusion. Oh, I'm tired and thinking about food even though I already ate. Anyways, it also reminded me a bit of the whole waiting for love phenomenom: That's the one thing you really can't force and something that drives me absolutely crazy, so if you're like me in that respect, try to place an order to the universe. Can't do no harm, can it?

Love,

Rosy Smith

Love,

Rosy Smith