it's been more than a month, and i still feel there are a ton of things i need to buy (and not enough money to buy them with). which reminds me: i was at alyson's place with a bunch of people over the weekend (she's another first year), and her apartment is like something out of the jetsons with the billion-inch mounted plasma tv and the fiberglass countertops and the dishwasher that washes Everything All At Once and the le Corbusier sensibilities. sure, it's tiny, but who really cares when you have dolby surround sound. anyway, i was stoic, because this is all part of coming to terms with my hand-to-mouth existence - one of the twelve steps - and it's perfecly OK. and before the month is out, i shall have a kitchen table, and can stop dropping poppyseeds all over my desk every time i eat a bagel.

#35 - Appealing packaging (This is why I would never buy a pirated DVD).