My birthday is coming up in the next month! I am going to be 23 years old. Seems like just yesterday I was about to turn 18 and was so excited I only had three years left until I was 21. I am excited about this year. Here is my wish list for my birthday:
Among the trivial material products that I am lusting over, I also really want to travel the United States and BE BRAVE.
I LOVE YOU,
B
I got the cutest, sparkliest, and itchiest cardigan from H&M last Saturday. I am in LOVE. It really goes well with my black&gold and black&silver outfits I have been sporting as of late.
Cardigan from H&M
Shirt from Net-a-porter
Jeans from Target
Winter boots from Target
Watch from Kate Spade (dear santa, I WANT THIS!)
Earrings from Kate Spade
Lippy from Target (my FAVORITE chapstick)
See you around,
B
Joel: What’s the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote Moby Dick, he was so poor and forgot by the time he died that in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They’re just going to forget our
names anyway.
James Brennan: I wish it didn’t end like that, I should’ve – I don’t know.
James Brennan: Your Herman Melville story that – that’s bullshit.
Joel: It’s true, they called him Henry.
James Brennan: No, I mean, he wrote a seven-hundred page allegorical novel about the whaling industry. I think he was a pretty passionate guy, Joel. I hope they call me Henry when I die, too.
Joel: One can only hope.
LOVES,
B
HI, WORLD. I about died this week with finals (can you imagine how much whining I would be doing if I was in, like, med school?).
Anyways, tonight I went to dinner with my brother Mark and then begged asked him if he would take me to get a Christmas tree! So lucky to have a big brother that helps me.
Remember last year when I fell in love with my Christmas tree? Well, this year is no different. I am already intoxicated by it’s piney/mountain/christmas/babyjesus scent.
MOVING ON, here are some senior pictures I took of my Christmas tree tonight:
I LOVE YOU,
B
