Yesterday my friend Nohea and I took a jaunt over to Hillcrest to check out Buffalo Exchange, which we'd heard a lot about but had never been to.

To put it simply, the trip was insane. It was both of our first times attempting to take public transportation in San Diego...and it's apparent that neither of us are natives.

Ultimately, we learned that:
- Buses kind of suck.
- The trolley is magnificent.
- We should be thankful every day for the shuttle.
- Sometimes, trying on wigs comes at a price.
- Buffalo Exchange is alright...but, again, I am not a bargain shopper (as seen in the blog below). I did, however, find a cute skirt that was too big for me (oh well).
- Old Town is a safe haven.
- Pinkberry is delicioussss.
- Sometimes it is necessary to ask questions.
- Somehow, everything always comes together in the end (however, we probably won't be going to Hillcrest for a while now).

Upon our return to Old Town, we could have kissed the ground we were so happy to be alive. And then we celebrated with a delicious Mexican meal.

Next weekend I'm going to go to Oktoberfest with my friend Andrea, and I am psyched!


P.S. We also met this guy in Hillcrest:
The one with the chest hair. Stud!

If there is anything I have learned in the past couple years of my life, it is how to appreciate everything (even things that seem small or superficial or silly). Being thankful is incredibly important to me. And so I had begun, in my personal journal, keeping track of all my favorite things.
I would like to continue the tradition here.

Today, I want to appreciate...Anthropologie

It is pretty much the bane of my wallet's existence. And, much to my luck, the off-campus shuttle here at Point Loma can drive me there any Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. Now, I am not a bargain shopper. I prefer to save my money and spend it on something wonderful than have a multitude of things I am only okay with. For me, Anthropologie is the ultimate shopping experience. Here there are the most wonderful dresses, hats, shoes, and home furnishings. And even though this place has definitely made a dent in my bank account, it is entirely worth it. If I have one dream, it is to have enough money to live my life as if I were in an Anthropologie catalog.
So girls, if you want to add a little romance, charm, or old Hollywood to your wardrobe- I urge you. Go now.

(And it has just occurred to me how incredibly girly I am.)

hello, bonjour, guten tag

I am really not a person for introductions. When I have to write an essay, the one thing I agonize over is the first sentence. When I have to give a speech, those first words that are supposed to enrapture the audience always fail me (and I ultimately end up with something pathetic like, "Hello, I'm Haley, and I am going to give a speech on Thoreau's essay Civil Disobedience.")
So let's skip the formalities and get right to it!

To kick off, here is a picture of my dorm (Klassen), as seen from above: