I am STILL FULL from the five-course lobster dinner that my dad decided to splurge on this fine evening. Is it bad that despite the overwhelming deliciousness of lobster, the best part was the pie? "The strawberry rhubarb was so perfectly tart though," protests my enormous sweet tooth.

Michelle Kwan is coming to Tufts (for the IR grad program) next year. I will stalk her at all costs. I will be there, lurking in the Fletcher library. Hanging out in the auditorium when she has no class. I will fangirl her.

I have gotten so used to raincloud of despair that is New England weather that anytime the sun is out I coil up into the fetus position like a vampire. I will probably be surprised if it ever stops. My Driver's Ed. prof., "Quiet Steering" John, is holding out for a sunny August. Bet $70 that's just wishful thinking!

Oh wait, I don't have $70 to bet. Maybe I should have gotten a summer job? Well. Lost cause at this point. Now I'm just focusing on volunteering so I can occupy myself and show the world the wonderful, benevolent human being that I am so often.

Despite the aforementioned lack of cash, I am in the search of the perfect handbag. My requirements:

-oh-so-buttery leather (v. v. important)
-a basicish color. just something that would go with at least 50% of my wardrobe
-doesn't poof out goofily every time I put more than my cell phone in it
-fits comfortably under my arm
-perfect amount of silly pockets
-under $200

This search has been harder than I thought, despite my primary occupation right about now is Online Shopper Extraordinaire. Or Girl Who Doesn't Move From Her Bed.