Today I acquired a D&G belt buckle, fake of course, and it is so over the top trashy/bookslut that I simultaneously love it and am afraid to wear it in public. Consider this my coming out. My mouth is sticky with pistachio and chocolate ice cream and Evren and her family are downstairs. Her mom is making me a hat rumored to include a pompom. I keep oscillating between feeling my age plus and manifesting little kid energy. Tomorrow is my last day here, then home. Both of these promise to be good.