i am in a gift-giving frenzy. i honestly think this might me the activity that gives me the most joy in life. i stopped by target on the way home from school to pick up something for the parents that chaperoned our yearbook NY trip, and was thrilled to find the perfect thing, in their dollar section even. they are little white photo albums that hold 36 pics, that slip into a black cover with a city skyline cut out. i got one for each chaperone, then came home and printed out a picture of the whole group on the street in the city in front of NBC and i just love it all.

i also stopped to get these cute pink and yellow pails for eastery gifts for my school friends, with bath gel and marabou pens and cutesy things. there is something so inherently pleasing about handing out presents. i actually stockpile gitts in advance for people; tripp's birthday package (actual birthday still about a month away) has been in the making for at least 3 months now. although, to be entirely truthful, i usually lack the patience to wait for An Occasion and give Just Because. i used to have a drawer full of stuff, but now my booty (er) has taken over my closet. i was starting to think maybe i had a problem, but then i found out that my friend tracey at school has a whole gift room. i aspire to have this myself one day.

i had to leave a mean note for my roommates when i came home today. well, mostly for one roommate. in being home, sick as a dog for the past 3 days, i have still completed what i find to be rudimentary tasks like taking out the trash, etc. these are things one of my roommates seems to have great difficulty with. today when i came from school, there was a dirty plate, crumpled napkin, and greasy takeout container on the kitchen table, accompanied by three large tupperware containers of leftover food sitting on the counter next to the sink, where they had been taking root for approximately the last 18 hours. super double gross out.

i worry that the oxymoronic nature of my cleanliness is merely a mask for some kind of superiority complex.

i can finally drink orange gatorade without tearing up as the citric acid hits my raw throat. hurrah for small victories!