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I hate Harry and David's. Everything in the damn catalog that came today looks great. I seriously considered for a moment buying the throw on pg. 29 for only $59.95 before I realize that I have a ton of throws that I never use. And it's not like I've ever actually gone on a picnic so I've never truly needed an ourdoor one (yes Peter, we will go on a picnic one day, I swear). But it's still calling out to me. I still have no idea what to get my mom for Mother's Day, but I want to get her everything in this catalog. Who doesn't want a ham or a Royal Tower of Chocolates?

I finally finished reading The Namesake. It was really good. However, I finished it late at night when I was really tired, and I proceeded to cry for the next hour or so, waking Peter up twice because of my bawling. I had to take something to fall asleep, or I would have cried all night long. I was crying because I don't want Peter to die or my future kids to hate me and all other silly reasons that proved I should have gone to bed hours before. But the book is totall awesome. Jhumpa Lahiri is so good at putting into words feelings that we all have but can't quite conceptualize. The very end of the book was a feeling I've had many times before, but I always felt silly in that feeling, like I was making too much of a silly moment like that. But she understood. I felt the same way after reading Interpreter of Maladies.

I also saw Fever Pitch this weekend. I almost cried twice during the movie (are we noticing a pattern developing?). First, when he picked up the Red Sox onesie, I was so upset! But that's not surprising considering my current life. Then when the Red Sox won, I wanted to cry because we won and it was beautiful and I was so happy just like when it actually happened. I still can't believe we won. Tell me that when I'm crying and I'm so happy!

I know you all are waiting for a cheekbone update. I didn't bruise and there was only very slight swelling, that's why there's no picture. I'm sorry to disappoint. I can now even sleep on that side of my face and smile without it hurting, so in the long run no damage.

I can't post on Liz's blog. So Liz, here's what I wrote:

Don't go to graduation. I didn't (had my wedding shower that day instead), and the only reason I regret it is because Jhumpa Lahiri spoke at it, and later that summer I read Interpreter of Maladies and was totally kicking myself. It's a dumb ceremony, totally a waste of a day. Very anti-climactic. Remember high school graduation? Totally pointless. My brother's way ok, but that's because he did a speach that wasn't approved of by that evil witch that replaced Wortheimer, and the entire class sang a song that also wasn't approved, which made it exciting. Go out for ice cream and take a nap instead, it'll probably be more fun. Congrats on graduating!

Normal post again: I really hate graduations, and all sorts of ceremonies, just like you. In a great anthro class at URI, my prof talked about the in between stage, when you are not in one place or another in your life. Like right before you graduate. You are totally stuck in the middle, and it's an awful, uncomfortable place to be. You are done with what you were doing for years, but not yet moved on to the next part of your life. I don't know if you feel as awful about it as I always do in such situations, but I think you should totally just do whatever you want, something fun. For me, it's ice cream and a nap. For you, it might be something different, although who hates a nap and ice cream?