Vintage BLUE

That's the color of my new, 48 key accordion. It was the cheapest accordion that I could find on ebay, and I bought it the whimmiest of whims, of course. It's just got a couple of uneven keys, but I think you'll agree that it looks pretty pretty.  Now all I have to do is learn to how to play the darned thing of beauty.  

I snagged it from the other bidder just as Amanda, Nichole and her little brother, Bobby, came into the apartment to visit.  I told them that it'd probably be kind of like playing the piano (which I got down).  But, they didn't agree and thought that it'd probably be more like playing a plunger or a folding drying rack.  I think that an accordion has a little place for all three of those "instruments" in its heart.

The rest of the night was full of bliss as we played multiple rounds of Bananagrams and electronic Catchphrase for hours!

And, even after being woken up by the fire alarm for no apparent reason and having to sit outside in my luckily modest pajamas at 5:40 in the morning, I am very, very excited for today to see Elisabeth and Jean (my best friends from camp).  They are coming from Chapel Hill to hang out at Elon for a couple of hours until Jean has to get her hair cut at a Japanese place called Moshi Moshi.  We are also planning on watching movies (sleep over!) and reeking havoc on unsuspecting university monuments and parks as usual.

Love,

Monica

*Actually, I just checked my email and there was a reason for the 5:40 fire alarm.  Look at the note below that was sent to me by my HA:

For those of you around who experienced the 5:30am fire alarm I'm really sorry about that.  It took me by surprise the same it did you.  According to higher authorities there was no sign of a fire in the room where the alarm was sounded.  The only aspect which seemed to be abnormal was excessive perfume.  Apparently the sensors are very sensitive and can react to even perfume (who knew).  Anyway, I just wanted to let y'all know what went on.  Just be careful and aware for the future.

Excessive perfume?  That just made my day.

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Tonight, instead of writing my end-of-semester report for honors (which I am avoiding still by writing in this here blog) I had an impulse to buy legos.  Ebay is my friend, but I usually have had to take the easy way out by using the Buy Now option in which one doesn't have to go through the bidding.  You see, my only experience with bidding ended badly.  Senior year I sold my dirt bike in order to buy a kayak (I was going through an adventurous, nature phase).  I had the highest bid up until the last few minutes in which I was pushed to my financial limit.  As a result, one single tear of combined sadness and relief (it would have been a gigantic purchase) was shed and I moved on with my life by avoiding ebay for good...or so everyone thought.

Back to the present:  I am now the proud owner of a 1500+ assortment of lego pieces.  As a bonus, I've been promised some large pieces, some rare pieces (like umbrellas, wheels and corner units), some minifigs*, and some Star Wars pieces.  But nothing can beat the free priority shipping that I will be reaping from this battle of double-clicks out of which I came so victoriously (and in the very last seconds too).  The seller, stumpy31, promises that it will ship in 2-3 days.  I'll post picturreeesss.  Get excited!

Meet Nate.  He is a lego master.

I am starting to notice a trend, though.  Everything that I became sick of around middle school (i.e. legos, gameboys, hamsters) and, as a result of my assumed maturity, sold or gave to my cousins/Goodwill, I am now slowly buying back through online marketplaces (this behavior is not saving me any cash).  I think I'm reverting back to my childhood or something 'cause I'm practically an adult now and all I can think about is competitively obtaining legos and gaming appliances! 

Love,

Monica

*I came away from this experience with some new knowledge.  Apparently the lego people are referred to as "minifigs" (I wouldn't get too involved with that link if I were you).  But if you were me, you would waste hours of your time with it.