Here she is, our Mount Rose Amercian Teen Princess.

I have spent the last two days in Internet darkness. It was tough, but NOTHING compared to the Great AIM Blackout of 2004 in Amherst, even though that only lasted like 4 hours.

I don't know why, but August 9th is ringing some kind of bell for some reason. Is it anyone's birhday? Did something unbelievably cool once happen on August 9th?

Maybe it's just special because it's the day after yesterday, which was the day I walked across the Longfellow bridge from Boston to Cambridge, for absolutely no reason. MMMMMMM, fun. I also learned yesterday, from an extremely chipper social worker in a yellow shirt, that as I was enjoying my time on Newbury Street, thousands of children all over the world were being sold to old men for sex. 

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Yikes.

Yesterday was also special because we set up to have a long anticipated re-viewing of Drop Dead Gorgeous, but instead were blessed to find out that the REAL and ACTUAL Miss Teen USA was on. So we watched that instead, which is always fun. Ohio won. She's beauty and she's grace. She's Miss United States.

Cereal would be nice, but Lucky Charms are just too much of an effort right now.