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January 15, 2005Many exciting things happened today.In the morning, I received a vase-ful of flowers. The pink tulips, protected in clear plastic from the precipitation (and bending under the weight of... plastic), were accompanied by a huge box of chocolate truffles. No name of the little tags though, so I had a secret admirer on my hands. On the way to Harvard, I stopped a bank heist in its tracks. Thus: a split lip. I zipped through the final for my Spanish class, officially completing the first semester of my senior year at MIT. I hung out in Harvard Sq. for a bit, eating an Au Bon Pain sandwich and finishing up a book called Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki and Sharon Lechter. I picked this book up on a whim during a stroll through the Harvard Coop, and it turned out to be an interesting read. It's an introduction to financial independence through investment, particularly in real estate. Recently, I've realized how many basic parts of "real life" are a complete mystery to me. One of them is finances, investing, etc. I want to learn more, and this is a start. I thought about sending the book to my parents, but it turns out they already have it, and it was my mom who picked it up. I also started reading Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity by David Allen. Another one of those whim books. I'm interested to see if I can actually apply Allen's organization suggestions. I met one of my writing profs for hot apple cider at Burdick, a wonderful cafe that serves much more than coffee (great hot chocolate and appled cider) and sells lovely desserts. We talked about my plans for my writing thesis. A couple days ago, my father suggested I incorporate photographs into my thesis. We know an artist in Odessa who would be all too willing to take a couple photographs for some of those American dollars. Everyone's a winner. It surprised me that my father mentioned the idea. It seemed like he had put several days' worth of though into the idea. Pretty cool to have my parents so involved :) I returned to my room to find the tulips perky, now that they were free of the plastic. I also found a card near the truffles, a card that confirmed my suspicions about who my admirer was. The disorganized portions of my room had been getting on my nerves, so I cleaned up for a bit. Mr. Jack and I then headed to Mary Chung's for dinner where the waitresses were unusually and super slow. Post dinner, a viewing of Shaun of the Dead. Is it bad if anything spoken with a British accent immediately sounds to me insightful, smart, and witty?
And now... a little more cleaning and then sleep. My hammmies are aching from a dance class on Thursday. O sweet sleep... |
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