I meant to say “cool”
and then I started to say “great”.
- Janis: Cady, there are two kinds of evil people. People who do evil stuff, and people who see evil stuff being done and don't try to stop it.
- Damian: Does that mean I'm morally obligated to burn that lady's outfit? ... Oh, my God, that's Ms. Norbury.
- Teacher: Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that we have a new student joining us. She just moved here all the way from Africa. Welcome.
- Wrong Girl: I'm from Michigan.
- Teacher: Great. Her name is Cady. Cady Heron. Where are you, Cady?
- Cady: That's me. It's pronounced like Katie.
- Teacher: My apologies. I have a nephew named Anfernee, and I know how mad he gets
- when I call him Anthony. Almost as mad as I get when I think about the fact that my sister named him Anfernee.
- Cady: I know what you're thinking. "Home-schooled kids are freaks."
- Homeschooler: X-Y-L-O-C-A-R-P. Xylocarp.
Your New Moon interpretation was hysterical. I am also begining to wonder if we should pick another movie for our spanish girls night out tuesday?
- New York City, working at some tiny upstart design firm as a PR or maybe interning at the Met.
- London, as a study-abroad student living in an apartment with a few other girls from other countries, a hop skip and a jump away from the Tate and a block over from the Saturday flea market.
- Madrid, a long-term resident in the Hotel Tryp Gran Via who studies at university by day and sips yummy drinks at the tiny cafes by night, and who has her mail forwarded to the hotel desk mailboxes.
- Sitting on a mystery beach at night, staring at the ocean, wondering at the fearful crashing of waves, and talking to Nicole on the phone. In this dream, which is fairly new but very frequent, I am on a beach facing Guatemala, and she is sitting on the beach facing America, and we are talking as if we were sitting face to face. In this dream, we are face to face, simultaniously united and separated by miles and miles of the dark ocean.
Maybe it’s something about the crisp weather or the holiday cheer. Around this time every year, I think about what it would be like to live in a big city in a cozy, adorably decorated walk-up in NYC, go skating at Rockerfeller Center and Christmas shop at Macy’s.
However, the reality is, I live very far away from NYC, cannot ice-skate, and am not particularly a big fan of Macy’s.