Happy New Year!

I tried to read 50 books in 2007, but I failed. I had a great time with it, though, thanks to my friends recommending and lending me books. Here’s the final tally:

1. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
2. The Scandalous Summer of Sissy LeBlanc by Loraine Despres
3. Would I Lie to You by Cecily von Ziegesar
4. Peter and the Starcatchers by Dave Barry & Ridley Pearson
5. Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging by Louise Rennison
6. Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson
7. Midnight Predator by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
8. Cannery Row by John Steinbeck
9.Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
10. Post Office by Charles Bukowski
11. The Big Money by John Dos Passos
12. Gentlemen Prefer Blondes by Anita Loos
13. This Is Our Youth by Kenneth Lonergan
14. Red Light Winter by Adam Rapp
15. Some Girl(s) by Neil LaBute
16. The Book of Liz by David & Amy Sedaris
17. He’s Just Not That Into You by Greg Behrendt & Liz Tuccillo
18. Hawksong by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
19. Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk
20. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling
21. Without You by Anthony Rapp
22. The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
23. Don’t You Forget About Me by Cecily von Ziegesar
24. Barefoot in the Park by Neil Simon
25. On the Bright Side, I’m Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God  by Louise Rennison
26. About a Boy by Nick Hornby
27. High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
28. Soccer Moms by Kathleen Clark
29. Theater Trip by Jules Tasca
30. The Rules of Attraction by Bret Easton Ellis
31. Bridget Jones’s Diary by Helen Fielding
32. A Bad Year for Tomatoes by John Patrick

Hopefully my goal will be reached in ‘08!

So I’m on the bus to go to class today, and I’m wearing one of my favorite bras. It’s pink and has flowers all over it. That, and it makes my boobs look AWESOME. It has one of those front clasps where the tighter you pull it, the closer together your boobs become. Really great for cleavage shirts.

ANYWAY…

So I’m sitting on the bus, and I feel the fabric around my chest become very loose, and at first I’m puzzled but then it hits me: My clasp just came unclasped. The girls are on the loose! As I’m coming to this embarassing realization, I look over at the guy across the aisle from me, who is sporting the same awkward expression as I am and looking at my chest. I look down and see that the twins have become quadruplets. The bra’s cups are spread out, making it look like I have four breasts. Ack.

I panic at first…the bus is already on the way to campus. I can’t run back to my apartment or I’ll be late for class. My future is looking very bleak but then…a ha! I suddenly remember the sweatshirt I shoved into my bag on the way out the door. Only problem is, it’s pretty damn warm outside. What freak would put on a sweatshirt whilst the sun is beating down on her? This freak. I give a pretend shiver, for the benefit of anyone watching, and pull on my sweatshirt.

Smiling at my cleverness,  I get off the bus, roll my sleeves up, and make my way down Jeff Hill to Playwriting. I’ll have just enough time to run to the bathroom and reclasp my bra before class.

But oh no. The Lingerie Gods are not letting me get off that easy.  I hear a little *ting*, and realize that the metal clasp has just completely fallen off my bra. It’s at this point that I’d like to say: Really? And unfortunately, the answer is yes.

So I end up discarding my bra in the Putnam 2nd floor bathroom and free-boobing it around Athens for a few hours. The end.