Here you are family and friends, My Christmas List. Or a list of items that define my personality so much so that if having never met me and saw all these things thrown into a drawer, you would understand me to my inner core – or at least have a good guess of my interests. Some you should take more seriously than others.
- iTouch – smartphones are on the rise. I have many statuses on social networking platforms to update. I love Verizon Wireless too much to give it up. My iPod is finally on the fritz. I’m hoping wherever I land my first job, a Blackberry would automatically come my way.
- Black Hill’s Gold Jewelry
- Books – anything by Roald Dahl, Infinite Jest , Word Virus: The William S. Burroughs Reader, Last Exit to Brooklyn, Googled: The End of the World As We Know It by Ken Auletta (need for an independent study next semester)
- Movies – Royal Tennenbaums – Wed Anderson, Woody Allen – Manhattan
- Piano player/singer of White Rabbits Stephen Patterson. Dear Stephen, Locking eyes with you at the Wicker Park Fest over the summer…I can’t, I can’t, I just…ugh I can’t even…marry me.
- black tights by the truck load – I will be damned if I walk around looking like some hobo hipster.
- “Ugg Repellent” – If I never see a pair of Uggs again, it would be too soon.
- knitted hats – I’ll be damned if I get a cold this winter.
- Adobe Suite – best to buy while I can claim student status
- Black hardcover sketchbook 8.5 x 11
- membership to Underground Library Project
- an appearance on IFC’s “Food Party”
- oil pastels
- that my shoes will stop falling apart
- that i will learn that all the walking I do is not worth ruined shoes and I should just spring for subway fair.
My Name Is Reb 