forever tailgate

i don't want to be 21 going on 45

After going to the career fair, I've realized: Why the hell am I in such a hurry to grow up? Why is everyone in such a rush to become their parents?

I don't want to be prematurely old.

which one of these is not like the other

Photo 7 in the slideshow for "Crimson and Green" (NYTimes) on Harvard's new clothing line.

i need to minimize my life

This weekend, instead of it fully hitting me that I was moving into my dorm room on Thursday, I went to Chicago to celebrate my 21st birthday (again) with the girls. The apartment we were staying at was just a 2 minute walk to the Viagra Triangle and about a 10 minute walk to Michigan Ave. Danielle, Carrie, and Joy had made a necklace/sash of notecards listing the 21 tasks I had to complete Friday night, and on top of that, Danielle had bought a gaudy, Disney princess tiara that they demanded I wear with my red dress. You can use your imagination to fill in the rest of the night.

The downside to the trip, though, was our 8 am bus ride Sunday morning (so brutal), which meant that I basically did nothing Sunday except go see "The Time Traveler's Wife" (kind of on par with "A Walk To Remember" in my opinion). Monday, I finally got my ass semi in-gear and went on a Target run, but today, I spent the afternoon in serious denial of vacation being over and, instead of desperately organizing my life, headed to the mall with Danielle to hit up Sephora and Aveda for "back-to-school" (easily the most dangerous excuse) shopping. Who knew Aveda has complementary neck and shoulder massages?

Fast forward to now (less than 12 hours away from when I have to start my 12 hour drive south), and I'm frantically throwing everything in sight into boxes (that will probably break my back in approximately 24 hours), while simultaneously chugging this strange Vitamin C, raspberry-flavored, energy boost drink that's Mom's latest health obsession and absolutely freaking out inside that I'm forgetting something because I can't remember where the hell I put everything. Even worse, I can't even remember what the hell I have. Or what the hell I'll need.

Where did the summer go?!

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“Back in the 1960s, the only important thing was length,” said Michael McDonald, the costume (and hair) designer for the “Hair” Broadway revival. “It wasn’t until the 1970s, and the disco era, that men’s hair started to really have ‘style.’ And then every moment had its look, so that now, in the 21st century, we’ve pretty much seen everything wacky you can do to your hair. It’s all there to go back to and interpret.”

Mr. McDonald can generally spot the inspirations. “There’s a little bit of everything,” he said. “Maybe it’s a little Flock of Seagulls, maybe a little Backstreet Boys.” But there the trail goes dead. If the hair is goth, the clothes might be skater-cum-prep, and the shoes rockabilly. “It’s all mixed up so beautifully,” he said. “It’s really neat the way they can just cut and paste.”

- "Hair, Hair, Hair, Hair, Hair, Hair" (NYTimes)

Five points if you can spot the Duke reference.