“Fashion is one of the very few forms of expression in which women have more freedom than men. And I don’t think it’s an accident that it’s typically seen as shallow, trivial, and vain. It is the height of irony that women are valued for our looks, encouraged to make ourselves beautiful and ornamental…and then are derided as shallow and vain for doing so. And it’s a subtle but definite form of sexism to take one of the few forms of expression where women have more freedom, and treat it as a form of expression that’s inherently superficial and trivial. Like it or not, fashion and style are primarily a women’s art form. And I think tit gets treated as trivial because women get treated as trivial.”

Dear E,

For some reason when people asked me what I was doing over IAP I always felt a twinge of shame when saying that I worked for a fashion start up. The shame stemmed from the fashion part. It’s not like I thought anyone was judging me or anything, it just felt shallow, you know? I want to be a doctor and it doesn’t really line up with all my plans of saving babies in Africa and acing the MCATs and all the other things that pre-med students are expected to do.

As you know I love fashion. I absolutely love dressing up. Half of the fun of going out is getting all dolled up. I love buying cool unique pieces I don’t think other people would wear and then rocking them. I love creating outfits for myself and others and I love thinking up unusual but genius combinations of clothes. Fashion is an art, and I love being blown away. I love things that are wild and out there and I respect the women and men who wear them. On the same note I have a love for classic, timeless look and I truly do believe that fashion is a very important way of conversing.

When I slip on a pair of heels I am ten times more confident….and intimidating. When I put on my power suit, it actually does make me feel more powerful. When I wear cool backless shirts and bright yellow beaded halter tops and denim mini circle skirts I feel cooler and more interesting. And when I feel fucking awesome, I act the same way.

I hate that caring about clothes makes me “shallow” and I hate that people could even think about trivializing me for reading fashion magazines or working at a fashion start up or caring about what I wear.

I’m going to keep my art form thank you very much. I’m going to keep wearing lace crop tops and velvet bustiers and converse or whatever the heck else I’m in the mood for while I’m working towards my dreams. Put me in a box, I dare you.

So much love ❤





Living Uncomfortably and Trying to Feel Comfortable About It

Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science.

Charles Darwin (February 12, 1809–April 19, 1882) in The Descent of Man



(Pic of us by our friend N. Check out more of his stuff here.)

Dear P,

I am currently reading a book about Abraham Lincoln. It is called Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin and it is about how Abraham Lincoln mustered together all of his political rivals into a team. The reason everyone respects Abe so much today is because in the midst of the greatest conflict our country has ever faced he “refused to be provoked by petty grievances, to submit to jealousy, or to brood over perceived slights” (Goodwin). He listened to everyone, even people he didn’t like when they were passionately disagreeing with him.

This is unlike the elderly man I just observed in Starbucks for an hour. He kept talking to the young guy beside him. At first, I thought they were working together, but it quickly became apparent that they had never met before. The old man kept telling his young friend stories of his own brilliance. He told him how he had taken apart his father’s lawn mower when he was six and put it back together again. He talked about how he commented on his Facebook friend’s pictures if he thought they were inappropriate. He was insufferable and didn’t stop even when the (very patient) younger man told him that he had a test the next day. This man was so self-assured that he had lost his ability to listen to things he did not want to hear, or even consider there were things he did not know.

Abraham Lincoln was not so self-assured. He was wracked with uncertainty, grief, even, some historians argue, depression. This suffering was displayed masterfully in the movie “Lincoln”, which I highly recommend. Lincoln is not the only example of a great thinker who was forced to live closely with the uncertainty of the future. Darwin doubted his own work so much it took him twenty years, and the presence of a usurper to his theory, before he published. If you ever choose to read On the Origin of the Species, it is better to only read the first four chapters. After that, Darwin waffles and defends himself in example after example. He was not certain anyone would accept his theory.

No one can be certain of anything. Last week, I was reading the book The Science Writers’ Handbook. I was reading about how to pitch a story and I felt overwhelmed with the weight of uncertainty. What if my pitches didn’t work, not just in this field, but in every aspect of my life? What if I proved universally unmarketable? I started crying and called my mom. My mom is a wise woman, but she had nothing comforting to say. There is nothing to say. Life is uncertain.

It is intensely uncomfortable to live with this knowledge. It is nearly as uncomfortable as living with the only certainty-that all my friends, family, and eventually you, P, and I will die. However, it is only but constantly reminding myself of this uncertainty (and the certainty) that can internalize that I am not undefeatable, that it is important that I listen to others, that I must strive to be better every day. Because of the uncertainty, I appreciate every blessing I am given. In the age of positive thinking, it is important to consider this uncomfortable truth. The uncertainty of life helps me to live better, even if it is sometimes overwhelming.



A Man Stuck: Henry Molaison

Dear P,

Happy first week of school! I wanted to welcome in your new semester by sharing some cool science news.

Something exciting happened in the world of neuroscience last week. Scientists at the University of California in San Diego made a 3-D model of the brain of H. M., the late Henry Gustav Molaison.

In the field of brain science, interesting patients often become more famous than their researchers. This was the case with Phineas Gage, the man who had a railroad spike jammed up his head. Gage’s personality changed when his frontal lobes were severely damaged by the trauma. Oliver Sacks, one of my personal heroes, took advantage of how interesting it is to study brain issues through afflicted patients in his many books. My favorite of his stories, “An Anthropologist on Mars”, shows Temple Grandin, an doctor of animal science who now has a few books of her own. It is hard to create human laboratory experiments in neuroscience because no one seems to want to have their brain cut up while they’re still using it. These case studies have therefore been critical to growth in the field, especially before the widespread use of PET scans, MRI machines, CT scans, EEGs, and others that are being invented as I type.

The importance and fame of patient H. M. was no exception. H. M. was 27 in 1953 when he had surgery to remove two finger-sized pieces of brain, including his hippocampus. This procedure was supposed to provide relief from his extreme epilepsy. The surgery fixed his epilepsy and H. M. retained many aspects of his former identity, such as his former long-term memories, his motor skills, his passion for crossword puzzles, and his language and perception skills. Unfortunately, he lost his ability to form new explicit memories, as well as most of the memories from 1-2 years before his surgery. When he worked his crossword puzzles, he could accurately answer questions related to events before 1953, but he had trouble answering questions related to events after his surgery. H. M. is famous for eventually learning to add facts to his old, pre-amnesiac memories. For example, he was able to answer a crossword question about the Salk vaccine, which was invented in 1955, because he could remember when polio was a big deal. He could learn new facts as long as he had old connections he could anchor them to. He was also able to learn new motor and perceptual skills: he was able to learn how to trace an outline between two stars while watching his hand in the mirror (a hard task for almost anyone) (Carey, 2010). He helped scientists realize how many different forms of memory there are.

Scientists learned and continue to learn from H. M. In 1992, his brain was scanned under a MRI machine for the first time, revealing the extent of his 1953 surgery (Carey, 2008). The lesion was symmetrical, but less extensive than the surgeon had intended. Parts of the hippocampus appeared to still be intact, but other areas of the brain were damaged further than anyone had expected.

On December 2, 2008, H. M. died from respiratory failure in his nursing home in Connecticut. Scientists always remarked upon his generosity and patience, especially since he viewed them as strangers (Carey, 2008). His generosity continued even after his death. Last week, UC San Diego unveiled an unprecedented study in which H. M.’s brain was cut into 2,401 slices on a livestream, analyzed, and then re-built using the digital images (Annese et al, 2014).

There’s a very important pathway called the EC that connects the hippocampus to the rest of the brain. While H. M.’s hippocampus underwent much less damage than previously believed, the scientists at UC San Diego realized that his EC had been almost completely decimated (Annese et al, 2014). This explained his memory problems. In addition, there was damage to the amygdala and other cortexes (Annese et al, 2014). These may have been the cause of H. M.’s slightly dampened emotions and his trouble reporting pain, hunger, or thirst. The model also revealed cortical damage that was not related to the surgery. Scientists theorize that it was due to age and hypertension (Annese et al, 2014).

H. M.’s brain is going to continue to benefit the fields of memory, aging, and emotion for years to come. The 3-D model of his brain is the first in human history (Annese et al, 2014). It’s remarkable that H. M. was able to retain much of his former self and even start consolidating new facts. The resilience and complexity of the human brain never ceases to amaze me.

I hope you have a great weekend! Don’t forget how awesome the stuff that we study is! We are are such lucky people.

In the pursuit of wonder,


If you want to read more:

Annese, J., Schenker-Ahmed, N., Bartsch, H., Maechler, P., Sheh, C., Thomas, T., Kayano, J., & Ghatan, A. (2014). Postmortem examination of patient h.m.’s brain based on histological sectioning and digital 3d reconstruction. Nature, doi: 10.1038/ncomms4122

Carey, B. (2008). H. m., an unforgettable amnesiac, dies at 82. The New York Times, Retrieved from

Carey, B. (2010). No memory, but he filled in the blanks. The New York Times, Retrieved from

Vulnerability in Frozen and My Life

“Life is going to present to you a series of transformations. And the point of education should be to transform you. To teach you how to be transformed so you can ride the waves as they come. But today, the point of education is not education. It’s accreditation. The more accreditation you have, the more money you make. That’s the instrumental logic of neoliberalism. And this instrumental logic comes wrapped in an envelope of fear. And my Ivy League, my MIT students are the same. All I feel coming off of my students is fear. That if you slip up in school, if you get one bad grade, if you make one fucking mistake, the great train of wealth will leave you behind. And that’s the logic of accreditation. If you’re at Yale, you’re in the smartest 1% in the world. […] And the brightest students in the world are learning in fear. I feel it rolling off of you in waves. But you can’t learn when you’re afraid. You cannot be transformed when you are afraid.” Junot Díaz, speaking at Yale

Dear P,

I’m sorry about your computer troubles. I hope you can get everything up and running again soon. Also, I hope everyone reading this is safe and warm.

I spent May of 2013 at my aunt’s house in Georgia. I lived in the basement and spent a lot of time reading Murakami and Ian McEwan, listening to Joni Mitchell’s album “Blue” and hanging out with my two-and-four-year-old cousins.

That month I dealt with a lot of shame. I made awful grades my freshman year of college. I was in this program where I could have been pre-accepted to either of two Texas medical schools, but because of my grades neither let me in. I knew my GPA was below my honor program’s standards and wondered when I would get the email that I was kicked out. I had enormous opportunities offered to me and I wasted them. I felt like I had managed to mess up my entire future in my first semester of college and that the repercussions of my failures would soon set in.

I felt the same way Elsa feels in the beginning of Frozen after she curses her sister. She feels the shame of hurting Anna and the fear of what will happen if Anna and the rest of the world find out about it. Elsa worries that something crazy-awful will happen to Anna’s brain if she learns her secret because the troll-magician told her Anna shouldn’t know about any sort of magic.

Back to my aunt’s house, where I was listening to Joni Mitchell and awaiting my impending doom, too scared to talk to anyone except my mom and eventually my aunt about my situation. The storm never came. It stunned me to realize that, though I had made bad grades, life continued. I had one beautiful day after another. Life didn’t suddenly lose all of its precious moments: I continued reading and playing and working on weird projects (I was trying to come up with the solution to Australia’s cane toad infestation). In other words, I didn’t lose E when I lost her impeccable GPA. I didn’t feel dumber and the word “failure” didn’t brand itself on my forehead. I will always be me, always be resourceful, even if it took me a little while to learn how to make A’s in college.

My shame was blocking me from doing better. During my freshman year, I was embarrassed to talk to professors and ashamed to ask my friends for advice. I felt like the grades gave me a shroud of stupidity that kept everyone from respecting me and my ideas.

My transformation from scared girl to fearless diva has taken a lot longer than Elsa’s. I still make decisions out of fear some days. Grades are powerful. They have bolstered us up for our entire sentient lives. What happens when they no longer back us up, whispering yes, this opportunity is yours, you earned it, you’re smart, you work hard, your ideas are valid?

Only you hold the answer to that question. Rip off the band-aid, pick off the scab, let as many people as possible know about it. It’s the only way people can help you and, more importantly, honesty is the only way to help yourself. Grades are not mysterious, undeniable measures of self-worth. You can easily improve them, and I have.

My mom asked me today if I knew who Brené Brown is and I said, “Yeah. She’s the anti-shame vulnerability lady.” It clicked to me that shame is what I have slowly been shedding since May, shame is what was holding me back, and shame is why I identified so deeply with Elsa. I no longer learn for the grades and I no longer write for the accolades, and because of that I am free from the fear of not reaching them and the shame of not having them.

Since I read your post about choosing one word to think about this year instead of resolutions, I’ve been considering what word I want to base my life around this year. I chose the word “brave” today. I want to move beyond the fear of failure, the fear of feeling like I’ve disappointed the people I love, and the fear of traveling to unknown places. I want to live my life so mindfully I have no mental room for fear. When I feel fear and shame I want to tell people so they can help me, love me, give me advice and know that I have failed.

Bad things happen and life usually turns out okay. Some of it doesn’t. My mom, after she asked me about Brené Brown, told me that her friend was taking a course based on Brown’s teachings. My mom’s friend has experienced a devastating amount of tragedy in her life. Such sadness put my problems in perspective and reminds me of a quote from Dear Sugar:

“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.”

So unclench your shoulders. Take a deep breath. Say some prayers for people you love. Create something, like Elsa created her magnificent ice castle. You can fail miserably and still have a brilliant life. In fact, you can’t not fail miserably and have a brilliant life. Shed the fear and enjoy yourself. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.



What I’ve Learned Through Keeping a Logbook



Dear P,

I have done a pretty good job of keeping track of the day-to-day activities of 2014. The first week of school, I forgot to log some days. When I tried to write down the events of a day from the week before, I found that I was unable to. This terrified me and renewed my logbook gusto.

When photographing my logbook for this post, I found that I struggled to find a day that didn’t reveal too much of my personal life. The viewing and funeral days were too much. So was the day I got frustrated with someone close to me. I found two consecutive days that I documented well but didn’t contain anything crazier than the possibility that I might have tuberculosis.

I made my logbook out of an old textbook about animals that I found for $2 at goodwill. It has exactly 364 pages, so I started on the cover page. I glued in January’s pages in while watching the first Harry Potter movie with MuggleHustle’s audio hustle dubbed over. There are eight Harry Potter movies, so this strategy will last for eight months. Austin Kleon uses moleskins for his logbooks. There is no assembly required with moleskins and they would provide a nice consistency from year to year.

I keep my logbook to remind myself of the fun times I have had and to look forward to the blank pages. If I am not doing something productive or extraordinarily fun, I have a higher chance of catching myself and stopping because I will have to hold myself accountable by writing it down later. A logbook is motivation to keep myself living deliberately.

Have fun filling your own logbook, real or figurative,



What Makes You Feel Beautiful

Hello my dearest darlingest E,

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while! I shall have to update you about SF soon, but as you know I don’t have internet in my apartment and I literally did not have a spare second this weekend to go to our little cafe with free internet, so the posts have been sporadic.

I stumbled upon this beautiful video while looking for interesting designers on tumblr (for my job.) I love the message of this video. We’ve discussed body image and body acceptance many many times on this blog and in life, and we will probably continue to discuss it as needed. I find the statistics at the beginning of this video absolutely appalling and kind of horrifying, but this is true life E.

I found myself smiling with my entire being at a lot of parts in this video. Occasionally when I look in the mirror I find that I am tearing myself apart. As you know, to me my mind and my heart will always be my number one assets. I never feel like I’m trying to “fix myself” when it comes to these things. I always want to improve myself, there is no doubt, but it’s so different. I just want to devour books like there is no tomorrow and learn all of the things and there has never been any doubt in my mind that I can fit love and acceptance for another new person in my heart. But when it comes to my body and I look in the mirror I always think “I would be so much hotter if I just lost 15 pounds, once and for all” or “I wish I had clearer skin” or I sometimes look at pretty pictures of myself and wonder if I actually look like that in real life. I don’t know why I do this to myself when I am so forgiving of other people—I can find beauty in almost every face or being and I think every person has something you can fall in love with. I don’t know E, I really just don’t know. Sometimes I feel like a goddess/warrior/superheroine/sparkling human being and sometimes I feel like I’ll never be skinny enough, pretty enough, “fuckable” enough.

I feel most beautiful when my heart hurts from how beautiful life is—a conversation that forces me rethink how I feel, a book that inspires something within me, a view that steals the breath from my chest, my favorite people (like you E, or my little brothers who would die of embarrassment if they ever saw this.)

How could a body that holds all of this not be beautiful?

Sending you love and sunshine from Cali,


Office Hours

(Me at office hours with one of my heroes, Anis Mojgani)

Dear P,

You’ve been blogging up a storm! San Francisco sounds beautiful and your job sounds AMAZING. I love hearing about all the magic going on in your life. Including those boss leather pants. Mostly the boss leather pants, actually. But yeah, the beautiful view of the city from your apartment, your adorable roommate, and that you get to choose the clothes for fashion shows doesn’t sound so bad either.

The first day of school was perfect, but I wanted to talk to you about one of my goals for this semester: office hours. In this stage in our friendship, you are aware of my authority-induced-social-anxiety. I failed to give volunteer Santa a hot chocolate I got him because I was too shy. Last semester, before I went to my favorite professor’s office hours every week to ask questions about my favorite subject, I had to stand outside and count to sixty while taking deep breaths, and even then I had to promise myself I would get some chocolate afterwards.

While many of my professors at UT have been nothing but kind and supportive, even in response to my high-pitched and rushed questions, there are many who would much rather be doing research or other work than spending time talking to nervous undergraduates. Which, I mean, I understand. My first semester of college, I went to talk to my psychology professor about the advantages and disadvantages of getting a psychology degree over a neurobiology/neuroscience degree. She had just gotten some bad news. Her blatant unhappiness coupled with my nervousness meant that I was completely unintelligible and nearly in tears by the end of the consultation. I have since thought in depth about how to improve my demeanor in office hours or in other situations where I feel intimidated.

Make sure you know what your professors do. Many of the professors at UT have summaries of their research online, and a quick google search never hurt anyone. This way, you have something to talk about other than yourself. Make sure you have a quality introduction planned, especially if you’re in a big class and there’s a chance that the professor has no idea who you are. For example: “Hi, I am E. I am a sophomore getting my degree in neurobiology and writing with a psychology minor. I am interning in the writing center and taking an EMT course in addition to my regular studies.” There are any number of things from that introduction that may resonate with a professor. Building rapport is the key here. I have found it helpful to bring professors some small, casual gift, like a hot chocolate. This makes them smile and keeps you from feeling like a sponge of their time. Look, you have something to offer them! I am going to meet with one of my old TAs (the great Joe Hanson of It’s Okay to Be Smart) so I can pick his brain about how he got to write for Wired magazine (one of my personal ambitions), whether or not graduate school is worth the time and money, and just generally how I can be more like him. Professors are obligated to at least be there to see you because you are paying them, but Joe has agreed to hang out with me out of the goodness of his heart. I have been scouring his videos to make sure I have plenty of conversation topics planned out, and during my research I came across a beautiful speech about special snowflake syndrome at the end of this video. I’m going to make a blank notebook or poster out of the speech somehow. It’s going to be awesome.

Remember, even though it might make you feel better to bring a small gift, most people want to help you. Especially professors. Their research may keep them busy, but building relationships with students is at least in their top three priorities (or they wouldn’t have become professors). Some rare asshats may dislike you right off the bat, but if you start off the conversation with hot chocolate and asking them about their research, you may even overcome a bad first impression. If you can’t, it’s in your best interest to switch classes. College is an investment of time and money, and there is no way you are getting the most out of your investment if you are not taking advantage of being in the vicinity of some of the best minds out there. Work to get the professor talking and make yourself feel as much at ease as possible. They’re just people, and all people like to talk about themselves.

You can ask many people for advice, not just your professors. I send regular fanmail to my favorite authors and bloggers, and sometimes they write me back (see Joe Hanson). Many of my heroes have made appearances at BookPeople, the local bookstore. I follow them on twitter so I can keep up-to-date. That’s how I got to talk to Anis Mojgani.

You probably think I’m ridiculous, P, because talking to people has always been your forte, but it’s a struggle for me and I have to continue to improve. If anyone has any advice for me, I would be happy to receive it (unless it’s “don’t be so neurotic” because I’ve tried that). In the meantime, I will continue practicing.

Love love love,


Making Mondays Sunny

P’s Quote

“I’m never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back, and I’m never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already. When we all know everyone’s life has been hard enough already it’s hard to watch this game we make of love, like everyone is playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate when they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear, I don’t want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there’s going to have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my separate parts.” -Andrea Gibson

Things P is Grateful For

my sweet sweet friends and family, seriously how did I get so lucky? I can’t even start to express how thankful I am for that. Other than that I’m thankful for IAP, for being in San Francisco, that none of my flights got delayed the second time around, for google maps, for kind strangers pointing me in the right direction when my phone dies and I don’t have google maps, for people who send me sweet text messages that make me smile, for being able to drive, going to Hawaii, chats in the car late at night with C, C and I fucking shit up, hopping from B&N to Fuddruckers to the pound store with E, good food, like really really good food, the kind that makes you close your eyes and think HOLY HELL YUM, for snail mail, for the cafe just down the street from our apartment that has free WIFI thank god, for green tea lattes at Starbucks (did you know this was a thing E!??!?!? My roomie just turned me on to them! I always knew about the frappes but for some reason I never thought about turning it into a latte! It really is life-changing), for my awesome job, for the startup lifestyle, for Instagram, for kisses, for new people, new adventures and new memories.

Things to make this week sunnier

1. Embrace the fact that I don’t have internet after 6 pm. It’s weird but it’s kinda nice.

2. Embrace the fact that I’m all alone in a brand new city and that’s awesome and empowering.

Love you!


Sunday Funday

Hello E!

I have been snapchatting you like a mad lady today 🙂 I miss you! And C. My life feels empty without you guys 😡 I also really miss my friends from school and my little brothers who are annoying yet freaking awesome at the same time (how do they do it?!) This morning I went up and went for a run, along a similar route as yesterday. And then I spent a couple of hours walking around the city. I went to Union Square where there is this HUGE Macy’s and I tried on a ton of cool things as you know tehehe. I am so glad I can snap you and C during a dilemma of what shoes to pick and you guys actually take me seriously and help me decide lol. Also, you guys decided on the same shoes and just cemented in my head the shoes I really wanted to pick lol. The weather was beautiful outside so it was actually really peaceful and fun walking around all day. Except after I went shopping I was kind of struggling going up and down the hills with all my bags. OMG the hills. It’s so hilly here E! Remember how a couple of days in the flat old LBK I was snapping you myself on the treadmill with incline all the way turned up? Well that’s real life here. Seriously, after a month here I am going to be SO READY for Mt. Kilimanjaro! Anyway after my explorations all day I was pooped so I went home and took a nap and then met up with my roomie at a cafe where we ate dinner and now here I am blogging. 🙂 I am going to wake up early to run tomoro so I will probably be in bed early. I’ll have to post some pics later this week when I get them from the phone to the computer. Miss you and love you!


The City by the Bay

Dear E,

Hello from San Francisco!! I miss you already but SF is amazing! I got here on Thursday and after I dropped my stuff off at the studio I went straight to work! Work is really awesome, but we do a lot. I like it thus far 🙂 Our apartment is tiny but like really really cute. It’s all white everything and three of the four walls are made of windows. There’s a tiny kitchen area, a closet, and a bathroom that I think is the same size as our kitchen lol. The bathroom walls are all covered in mirrors which is really cool. The view is absolutely stunning. Our studio has a door that leads out to one side of the roof thats really old but if you open the windows up (the windows are huge) you can climb right out onto the roof and see all of San Fran. We can see both the Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Bridge from our roof. It’s literally STUNNING. Today was my first completely free day and it was really fun. I woke up and went for a run. I ran towards the pier (it’s a five minute run to the beach) and I ran west, towards the Golden Gate Bridge. After that I basically walked around a TON of neighborhoods alone and wandered into tiny shops and this morning I googled the best bookstores in SF and visited two of them. It was heavenly. SF is so beautiful. Minor mishaps: 1. Our apartment does not have wifi. This is actually extremely difficult I didn’t even realize how reliant I am on the internet. 2. It was raining all day and I was wearing a t-shirt. Oops, me being irresponsible as uge. I was soaked by the time I got back home and I kept getting weird looks but like whatever, it was actually kind of fun. 3. I got a bite or something on my toe like two days ago and it’s HUGE AND SWOLLEN and I cant put my shoes on without a huge amount of pain. I tried going to Walgreens to pick up medicine that my parents called in for me and I guess everything is closed on Saturdays and Sundays?! WTF. At&t was also closed! The people of SF really take their weekends seriously lol. So I tried to run errands today but failed. Oh well, hopefully my toe heals itself. I am going to buy shoes tomoro that don’t make me cry when I put them on my feet lol. Other than that I have had such a lovely time here. The food is real good. Like SO good. Also SF reminds me more of NYC than Boston just because of the sheer number of restaurants and stores. Anyway, the cafe that I am at is closing so I am posting this and I will try to update you again as soon as I get wifi! Love you and miss you loads!