yesterday, i made plans to go out with a friend - just a trip to the grocery really - until i remembered that i bought a couple of new books. i made up an excuse and cancelled and spent the entire evening reading. slept late, and woke up this morning and continued reading until it was really late and i absolutely had to go to work already. needless to say, i was very, very late.

it was then that i realized that in spite of the unhealthy shoe obsession, the growing desire to learn more about make-up, the recent trips to the parlor and spa to beautify myself, and the closet full of clothes that are halfway fashionable to the untrained eye, i still am, underneath it all, a nerd who'd rather spend her evening reading.