Saturday, April 28, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
my life as a townie
well today i woke up with a new sense of life or rebirth or something. i'm not sure but i felt liek doign something with my day. I decided to be a townie and do thigns like
- go to the farmer's market
- sit in a cafe and blog (mainly because i havent' done so in a whiel because my internet at hoem is really shitty and keeps kicking us off every 5 minutes which makes uploading pics a bitch)
- taking pictures of flowers in bloom and shit like that
so i woke up and took a gander into my closet. I have too much clothes...
i contemplated wearing my new dress that i'm going to wear with a belt. trust me it looks better in person. but then i remembered that it's rainy outside so i opted for some skinny jeans and rain boots.
dubbs dubbs look at my cool new red patent leather flats i will be sporting come real spring. All the boys keep making fun of me saying things like "so did you get those on your way to see the wizard." and things like that. Little do they know that i went as dorothy for halloween once adn i had shoes liek these only my mom spent all night gluing glitter on them. they were awesome.
i walked outside to see NATURE IN BLOOM!! Flowers in birth and stuff. it is quite amazing this whole spring thing. We never see it in LA because when things die we just replant them. but believe me when i say, there is nothing like seasons. There is also nothing like living in 80 degree weather everyday.
i was very excited about buying some fruit at teh farmer's market since i usually never wake up early enough to go
um...apparenlty teh farmer's market doesn't reopen until next week. mother fucker. perhaps i will go tomorrow when i'ts supposed to be open. things that are important, knowing when things are opened and closed
i was kind of peeve but nothing was going to stop me from getting a steamed bun at my local "asian" bakery. I use teh term asian very losely as this is ann arbor
nature!!!!
a dreary april day in Annie
eastern accents!! a journy to the orient!! doesn't it just make you feel liek you are sitting in a tea garden in japan. Only japan is full of white people and there are no flowers just brick walls. totes authentic
so a curry beef bun, some bi bim bop sauce, coffee, and free wifi. this truly is the life of a townie.
3 posts later it's late and i have to get back to go to work. thus ends my day as a townie. it was good times and quite relaxing.
- go to the farmer's market
- sit in a cafe and blog (mainly because i havent' done so in a whiel because my internet at hoem is really shitty and keeps kicking us off every 5 minutes which makes uploading pics a bitch)
- taking pictures of flowers in bloom and shit like that
so i woke up and took a gander into my closet. I have too much clothes...
i contemplated wearing my new dress that i'm going to wear with a belt. trust me it looks better in person. but then i remembered that it's rainy outside so i opted for some skinny jeans and rain boots.
dubbs dubbs look at my cool new red patent leather flats i will be sporting come real spring. All the boys keep making fun of me saying things like "so did you get those on your way to see the wizard." and things like that. Little do they know that i went as dorothy for halloween once adn i had shoes liek these only my mom spent all night gluing glitter on them. they were awesome.
i walked outside to see NATURE IN BLOOM!! Flowers in birth and stuff. it is quite amazing this whole spring thing. We never see it in LA because when things die we just replant them. but believe me when i say, there is nothing like seasons. There is also nothing like living in 80 degree weather everyday.
i was very excited about buying some fruit at teh farmer's market since i usually never wake up early enough to go
um...apparenlty teh farmer's market doesn't reopen until next week. mother fucker. perhaps i will go tomorrow when i'ts supposed to be open. things that are important, knowing when things are opened and closed
i was kind of peeve but nothing was going to stop me from getting a steamed bun at my local "asian" bakery. I use teh term asian very losely as this is ann arbornature!!!!
a dreary april day in Annie
eastern accents!! a journy to the orient!! doesn't it just make you feel liek you are sitting in a tea garden in japan. Only japan is full of white people and there are no flowers just brick walls. totes authentic
so a curry beef bun, some bi bim bop sauce, coffee, and free wifi. this truly is the life of a townie.
3 posts later it's late and i have to get back to go to work. thus ends my day as a townie. it was good times and quite relaxing.
Chicago
Soo this is late but 2 weeks ago maybe 3 now, i went to chicago. what a truly fabulous town. True story! It was like New York (well what i imagine of new york since i have yet to go) and San Francisco combined!! No mean people, no hills, no chinese. god it was so awesome. I stayed with Orges who fed me and gave me drink and rubbed my feet when they cramped up due to my leg edema...I had not 1 but 2 breakdowns during shopping because it was just too much. eeemagine! shopping causing mental and physical overload! eeeeemagine!!
My first stop was the flagship macy's. there are only 3 in the fucking world so when you have an opportunity to see one you go. Now i consider myself a seasoned shopper and very little impresses me but this...this was just...ok so here was one side of the macy's
here was another. it was so grand that i started to have heart palpitations. I tried to find teh bathin suit section and then i tried to look at jeans and then finally i hit the shoe section and i wa slike..."I can't do this!!!" and i walked out. too much. Oh wiat i just remembered i actually bought a bikini. So typical of me in the midst of my panic to still be able to try on clothing and make purchases. it's super cute and i look pretty good in it to, if i don't say so myself. Although apparently my boobs have shrunk which is a sad sad thing.
thank god Orges came and picked me up with a welcoming "hey baby!"
then we made our way to the modern art museum because we are like, cultured and shit. Before making it there we stopped at the American Girl Place!! ahhhh josefina here i come!!! The san Francisco show room is waaaaay better. here I am, an american girl!
the sears tower. shit really is tall here.
So orges and I went to the Modern Art Museum and saw this exhibit by this guy, i can't remember his name, but it was really good. He did stuff like have a carpet on a wall that you could touch and mold to show the fragility of art. But then he also had one room that was just carpet on the floor to show that art is very contextual and if you do the same thing in a different context it's no longer considered art and why is that? i mean it wasn't that deep but we made it that deep. I swear our convo would have been a scene from a movie about the best first date ever. they guy also had this exhibit which was the whole entrance of the museum covered in foam covered in foil And then you as the visiter/viewer/artist could participate and write, carve, whatever you want on the wall to show how art is constantly changing!! i know!! So anyways we didn't write anything because we preferred to be just viewers .
see this is orges...viewing
people wrote very emo things like this. "i wish i was as invisible as you make me feel." Deep, not!
to things like this. "i'm too short to write something up there" to whcih someone responded "i feel your pain." I felt it too.
and then there was apparently a big hilary duff fan cuz these pink papers were everywhere. ironic much! And yet trying a little too hard to be ironic thus losing it's irony thus becoming ultimately IRONIC!!
Then we went to the top of the hancock tower for martinis and deep convo about nothing and everything. Then i was drunk and wanted to take a picture in front of a bar outside of orges's house called teh "tin lizzy." get it, get it!! the Tin Lizzy!! Too bad it was too dark to actually see the sign. look real close
So there was a jewler right next to the tin lizzy and in the darkness i thought i saw "stevie nicks jewlers." This seemed plausible and quite probably that you'd have teh stevie nicks jewler right next to the tin lizzy bar. So i got very excited. Again look really hard you can see me swinging drunkenly in front of stevie nicks jewler!!
in the daylight i realized it was in fact Steve Quick jewler. soooo not as cool.
so then i did some more shopping on Michigan ave, note the fog covering the top of what must be a giant building
the weather was totally cray cray. i'm talking like 40 mile an hour winds with rain AND ice. it was all coming at you horizontally instead of falling vertically and it hurts. my face had red spots after. I hit up the nordstrom and the bloomies and many other stores but then my legs gave out and orges had to rub my cramped up feet. I think that wearing heels is fucking up my feet which makes me kidn of sad. Liek what if i have to start wearing orthopedic shoes because my feet are all cramped?????
Orges playing guitar hero at best buy
me and teh city scape...and the world's biggest faching. vagina power!! Also known as teh building the little girl climbs down in "adventures in babysitting."
the married with children fountain! only turned off because otherwise the water would freeze
me and teh world's most giant faching. I am acting out being teh pilot of my own pussy. Ivan, Cathy, you know the motion i'm making. This takes the term "gaping" to a whole knew level.
orges doing very dirty things with the world's most giant faching
somethign called "the bean." it's a big silver ball and when you look at it you can see the whole city scape from it, or something. basically it looked like the flight of the navigator space ship in the middle of a chicago park. I wondered if this was where Elsa Peretti got her inspiration for the Tiffany Bean of if the bean got it's inspiration from Tiffany's. I shall wiki...apparenlty it has nothing to do with tiffany's or elsa peretti
our reflection from "the bean"
my minds eye, also known as my inner faching
so all in all chicago was very good times. Good people, good food, good city. i love it and cant' wait to go back. and i leave you with this. A lesser known fact about chicago, they love puns.
the weiners circle, a hot dog/ burger stand. get it!! get it!! it's like a PUN!!
my favorite pun of all though, tie me up noodles. Apparenlty they made a mistake and meant to call it "thai me up noodles" which would have been much more punny. Plus the menu on the inside said "thai me up" so clearly they were having identity issues.
My first stop was the flagship macy's. there are only 3 in the fucking world so when you have an opportunity to see one you go. Now i consider myself a seasoned shopper and very little impresses me but this...this was just...ok so here was one side of the macy's
here was another. it was so grand that i started to have heart palpitations. I tried to find teh bathin suit section and then i tried to look at jeans and then finally i hit the shoe section and i wa slike..."I can't do this!!!" and i walked out. too much. Oh wiat i just remembered i actually bought a bikini. So typical of me in the midst of my panic to still be able to try on clothing and make purchases. it's super cute and i look pretty good in it to, if i don't say so myself. Although apparently my boobs have shrunk which is a sad sad thing.
thank god Orges came and picked me up with a welcoming "hey baby!"
then we made our way to the modern art museum because we are like, cultured and shit. Before making it there we stopped at the American Girl Place!! ahhhh josefina here i come!!! The san Francisco show room is waaaaay better. here I am, an american girl!
the sears tower. shit really is tall here.
So orges and I went to the Modern Art Museum and saw this exhibit by this guy, i can't remember his name, but it was really good. He did stuff like have a carpet on a wall that you could touch and mold to show the fragility of art. But then he also had one room that was just carpet on the floor to show that art is very contextual and if you do the same thing in a different context it's no longer considered art and why is that? i mean it wasn't that deep but we made it that deep. I swear our convo would have been a scene from a movie about the best first date ever. they guy also had this exhibit which was the whole entrance of the museum covered in foam covered in foil And then you as the visiter/viewer/artist could participate and write, carve, whatever you want on the wall to show how art is constantly changing!! i know!! So anyways we didn't write anything because we preferred to be just viewers .
see this is orges...viewing
people wrote very emo things like this. "i wish i was as invisible as you make me feel." Deep, not!
to things like this. "i'm too short to write something up there" to whcih someone responded "i feel your pain." I felt it too.
and then there was apparently a big hilary duff fan cuz these pink papers were everywhere. ironic much! And yet trying a little too hard to be ironic thus losing it's irony thus becoming ultimately IRONIC!!
Then we went to the top of the hancock tower for martinis and deep convo about nothing and everything. Then i was drunk and wanted to take a picture in front of a bar outside of orges's house called teh "tin lizzy." get it, get it!! the Tin Lizzy!! Too bad it was too dark to actually see the sign. look real close
So there was a jewler right next to the tin lizzy and in the darkness i thought i saw "stevie nicks jewlers." This seemed plausible and quite probably that you'd have teh stevie nicks jewler right next to the tin lizzy bar. So i got very excited. Again look really hard you can see me swinging drunkenly in front of stevie nicks jewler!!
in the daylight i realized it was in fact Steve Quick jewler. soooo not as cool. 
so then i did some more shopping on Michigan ave, note the fog covering the top of what must be a giant building
the weather was totally cray cray. i'm talking like 40 mile an hour winds with rain AND ice. it was all coming at you horizontally instead of falling vertically and it hurts. my face had red spots after. I hit up the nordstrom and the bloomies and many other stores but then my legs gave out and orges had to rub my cramped up feet. I think that wearing heels is fucking up my feet which makes me kidn of sad. Liek what if i have to start wearing orthopedic shoes because my feet are all cramped?????Orges playing guitar hero at best buy
me and teh city scape...and the world's biggest faching. vagina power!! Also known as teh building the little girl climbs down in "adventures in babysitting."
the married with children fountain! only turned off because otherwise the water would freeze
me and teh world's most giant faching. I am acting out being teh pilot of my own pussy. Ivan, Cathy, you know the motion i'm making. This takes the term "gaping" to a whole knew level.
orges doing very dirty things with the world's most giant faching
somethign called "the bean." it's a big silver ball and when you look at it you can see the whole city scape from it, or something. basically it looked like the flight of the navigator space ship in the middle of a chicago park. I wondered if this was where Elsa Peretti got her inspiration for the Tiffany Bean of if the bean got it's inspiration from Tiffany's. I shall wiki...apparenlty it has nothing to do with tiffany's or elsa peretti
our reflection from "the bean"
my minds eye, also known as my inner faching
so all in all chicago was very good times. Good people, good food, good city. i love it and cant' wait to go back. and i leave you with this. A lesser known fact about chicago, they love puns.the weiners circle, a hot dog/ burger stand. get it!! get it!! it's like a PUN!!
my favorite pun of all though, tie me up noodles. Apparenlty they made a mistake and meant to call it "thai me up noodles" which would have been much more punny. Plus the menu on the inside said "thai me up" so clearly they were having identity issues.
White people can't dance
so a few weeks ago we got invited to a party in someone's loft above a bar. This all seems liek a very cool way to live life. Hanging out in your overpriced loft apartment, and then popping down to the local pub for a cocktail or a micro brew...and then you realize...oh wait 'im paying 1000 to live in a loft in ANN ARBOR!! HELLO!! this place is not cool and living in a loft does not suddenly make it so. Anyways it was this very wierd party full of hipsters, lots of superfluous belts, lots of bangs and funky glasses, plastic pearls, you know the type. It reminded me alot of parties in san francisco only the people were way less cool. So anyways it was these people and then the sea of ethnic people (liek 7 of us but still) that all stormed in together. Needless to say we stuck out mainly because or our aZian constituents. Well they didn't have enough liquor and all they did have was like wine, ugh. hello it's a party! get some fucking vodka! So we left but not before witnesses one of the most horible things known to latinos and blacks alike...white people dancing. Granted this video also contains a very goofy asian man dancing but they were like barefoot hippies jumping and "feeling" the music and it reminded me of a party at Columbae or something. bad times, bad times. so of course i took video for your viewing pleasure
This second video was a very funny, shameless guy at Kebbyn's party.
you are oddly attracted to him aren't you. oddly oddly attracted
This second video was a very funny, shameless guy at Kebbyn's party.
you are oddly attracted to him aren't you. oddly oddly attracted
farewell BBQ's, mini dresses, and brown people
i am back from my hiatus! and by hiatus i mean school! school is officially over. now i just have to write my masters thesis, which all seems fairly simple considering. Ok but also i have been sparse on the entries because our internet at home is super shitty and disconnects every 5 minutes making it really hard to upload pictures and what not. So today i decided to take a break from my food network watching llistlessness to come to a mother fucking cafe and do some hardcore updatage. So let's go back a week....to last Friday when i really was officially done with school and i wanted to drink.
Much has happened. for one the weather has been super magical, Not nice, not sunny, but MAGICAL! likefor reals 74 degrees. What amazes me even more about this though is the fact that I lived in weather like this for 90% of my life and never noticed. And now here i am frolicking, getting excited about wearing flip flops, willingly shaving my legs. It's crazy times here. I remember as a kid i hated being barefoot or exposing my feet in anyway. Remember seeing those kids running around in their sprinklers in bathing suits on their front lawn barefoot? yeah this was not me. I was the kid sitting in my room with pijama pants and socks judging them from my window. Vacations to tropical locations were kind of a bitch because of this refusal to wear sandals so i'd always request to wear keds which would inevitably give me blisters. I know, my life is really hard sometimes...le sigh
Anyways onto the BBQ. I'm sad to say that a key member of my crew/our token black friend, kebbyne is transferring to Columbia and will be leaving us here in a few weeks. Tre sad indeed! So to celebrate Kebbyn had a bbq pot luck. the theme was "multiculturalism/foods from around the world/diversity/third world/diversity." I made rice and beans and the singaporeans made curry. i don't really know what look Kdawg was going for but he wore this
this may have been one ofthe more unflattering outfits i have ever seen him wear, and this is a man who is known for his "bill cosby sweaters" that he purchases at the goodwill unironically. He asked me how i felt about socks and shorts and i just shook my head because really what do you say this hot mess standing before you.
I call this picture "foreshadowing of regret." This is me on 5 different cold medicines looking at my drink saying to myself "why???" Before taking this drink i was worried that i might pas out so i made sure to tell everyone i was with that night all the medicaiton i was on that way if the paramedic said "what is she on" they would let him know. Sidebar, does my hair not fabulously shiny! It's my new ionic hairdryer my mom bought me for my birthday. it cuts my blowdry time by 15 minutes! 15 minutes!! that is cray cray. Anyways i curled over the blowdry and added some frizzease finishing creme and voule (sp?)
this picture is called "fernando as a professor." This would be what the overly educated world terms their "dean's picture." for all you less edumacated folk, the deans picture is the picture that is up on the wall in the department where you work. These pictures tend to look like the photographed think themselves highly intelligent and pompous. 
The Education of a Mexican
This next picture i point out for several reasons
1) my dress is really cool. where the picture ends is about where my dress ended. I am a little bit excited about fashion these days since it's all mini dresses and i am short so i can wear mini dresses and not look ridiculous and because my legs are FAAAAAABulous!
2) isn't it crazy how i'm friends with so many aZians? like direct imports from azia too. craycray
3) whoever took this picture was clearly drunk. look how much ceiling there is.
then a few days later, or maybe earlier, i'm not sure, the latino psych students had a fiesta! no stop, i hate that word. we had a dinner where we all cooked lots of good Mexican and dominican food and it was bomb! and we talked about white people and how triffling they are some times and how there are 6 of us in a department of 200, what what!!
so a few things...the second girl on the left is a white wife of a member and note how all the brown peoepl are the color as her. don't tell me race isn't socially constructed! hola! also note that we are a very small people. I am the shortest bu tnot by that much. That people said it's a little disconcerting to see how short you are relative to other people.
this shot is called "i would rather die on my feet than continue living on my knees!" No JK, i got a little Xicana there for a second. My bad
we decided that we are going to turn this pic into black and white shadows and put it on a t shirt and on the back it will say "pocos pero locos" (few but crazy). true story.
Much has happened. for one the weather has been super magical, Not nice, not sunny, but MAGICAL! likefor reals 74 degrees. What amazes me even more about this though is the fact that I lived in weather like this for 90% of my life and never noticed. And now here i am frolicking, getting excited about wearing flip flops, willingly shaving my legs. It's crazy times here. I remember as a kid i hated being barefoot or exposing my feet in anyway. Remember seeing those kids running around in their sprinklers in bathing suits on their front lawn barefoot? yeah this was not me. I was the kid sitting in my room with pijama pants and socks judging them from my window. Vacations to tropical locations were kind of a bitch because of this refusal to wear sandals so i'd always request to wear keds which would inevitably give me blisters. I know, my life is really hard sometimes...le sigh
Anyways onto the BBQ. I'm sad to say that a key member of my crew/our token black friend, kebbyne is transferring to Columbia and will be leaving us here in a few weeks. Tre sad indeed! So to celebrate Kebbyn had a bbq pot luck. the theme was "multiculturalism/foods from around the world/diversity/third world/diversity." I made rice and beans and the singaporeans made curry. i don't really know what look Kdawg was going for but he wore this
this may have been one ofthe more unflattering outfits i have ever seen him wear, and this is a man who is known for his "bill cosby sweaters" that he purchases at the goodwill unironically. He asked me how i felt about socks and shorts and i just shook my head because really what do you say this hot mess standing before you.I call this picture "foreshadowing of regret." This is me on 5 different cold medicines looking at my drink saying to myself "why???" Before taking this drink i was worried that i might pas out so i made sure to tell everyone i was with that night all the medicaiton i was on that way if the paramedic said "what is she on" they would let him know. Sidebar, does my hair not fabulously shiny! It's my new ionic hairdryer my mom bought me for my birthday. it cuts my blowdry time by 15 minutes! 15 minutes!! that is cray cray. Anyways i curled over the blowdry and added some frizzease finishing creme and voule (sp?)
this picture is called "fernando as a professor." This would be what the overly educated world terms their "dean's picture." for all you less edumacated folk, the deans picture is the picture that is up on the wall in the department where you work. These pictures tend to look like the photographed think themselves highly intelligent and pompous. 
The Education of a Mexican
This next picture i point out for several reasons1) my dress is really cool. where the picture ends is about where my dress ended. I am a little bit excited about fashion these days since it's all mini dresses and i am short so i can wear mini dresses and not look ridiculous and because my legs are FAAAAAABulous!
2) isn't it crazy how i'm friends with so many aZians? like direct imports from azia too. craycray
3) whoever took this picture was clearly drunk. look how much ceiling there is.
then a few days later, or maybe earlier, i'm not sure, the latino psych students had a fiesta! no stop, i hate that word. we had a dinner where we all cooked lots of good Mexican and dominican food and it was bomb! and we talked about white people and how triffling they are some times and how there are 6 of us in a department of 200, what what!!
so a few things...the second girl on the left is a white wife of a member and note how all the brown peoepl are the color as her. don't tell me race isn't socially constructed! hola! also note that we are a very small people. I am the shortest bu tnot by that much. That people said it's a little disconcerting to see how short you are relative to other people.this shot is called "i would rather die on my feet than continue living on my knees!" No JK, i got a little Xicana there for a second. My bad
we decided that we are going to turn this pic into black and white shadows and put it on a t shirt and on the back it will say "pocos pero locos" (few but crazy). true story.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
"pilot your pussy!"
yes that title was a bit graphic but please please watch these videos and you will understand. yes this is for reals. Her name is Alexyss K. Tylor and she has a public access show in atlanta called Vagina Power which she co hosts with her mother. The basic concept is that she wants to help women harness their pussy power so that they can be in control over men's penis power. It is kind of ridiculous and ivan and i both died separately many times over. they are long but trust me, thye are worth it. And this especially goes out to those female friends of mine who don't know how to exxxcape dickmatization. for reals for reals! I especially love the part where she says "he caynt even take you to no long john silver's for a fish platter! that's like 2.99!! he won't even pay 2.99 for no long john silver's so why you givin in to the penis power! pilot your pussy!"
in this second clip she has dressed up for halloween as a pilot, the pilot of her own pussy
in this second clip she has dressed up for halloween as a pilot, the pilot of her own pussy
Sunday, April 15, 2007
chicago!!! preview
mini update:
i went to a conference in chicago this past week. chicago is truly faaaaaaabuuuloouuus (said in high pitched voice). The shopping is comperable to south coast plaza i'd say. The macy's was a bit OOC. Like i walked in, started to have a panic attack after 10 minutes and had to leave. it was for reals that big, it overwhelmed me. Finally i was able to enter a nordstrom, thank you jesus. purchases include a black linen short sleeve jacket thing (tre cute), red patten leather flats (i know), and skinny skinny have to peel off my body tight Paige jeans. They were all impulse purchases but i've been so good about budgeting and i still have like most of my alcohol budget left over at the end of the semester so i felt liek it was ok. Orges and i had such good times. We went to the top of the hancock building for cocktails, he gave me foot rubs, we listened to wierd 60's czech music, went to the modern art museum and were truly moved (if we were not friends it would have been teh best first date ever. Like it might have been a scene featured in teh film "before sunrise"). Ah such glorious times. many many pics to come including artistic shots of us at "the bean" and making foul gestures in front of the world's biggest faching. You don't know until you know it.
chicago = my favorite city in america so far. NY, to come in the next few weeks.
i'm done with my first year on friday, fuck me. So 2 more big papers and possibly a problem set and that will be it. moment of silence.
dubs dubs, i bought a bikini in chicago and it didnt' look awful. This may be the first time in my life this has happened. Things i have discovered about myself. I do not look good in string bikinis and triangle tops. that is all.
i went to a conference in chicago this past week. chicago is truly faaaaaaabuuuloouuus (said in high pitched voice). The shopping is comperable to south coast plaza i'd say. The macy's was a bit OOC. Like i walked in, started to have a panic attack after 10 minutes and had to leave. it was for reals that big, it overwhelmed me. Finally i was able to enter a nordstrom, thank you jesus. purchases include a black linen short sleeve jacket thing (tre cute), red patten leather flats (i know), and skinny skinny have to peel off my body tight Paige jeans. They were all impulse purchases but i've been so good about budgeting and i still have like most of my alcohol budget left over at the end of the semester so i felt liek it was ok. Orges and i had such good times. We went to the top of the hancock building for cocktails, he gave me foot rubs, we listened to wierd 60's czech music, went to the modern art museum and were truly moved (if we were not friends it would have been teh best first date ever. Like it might have been a scene featured in teh film "before sunrise"). Ah such glorious times. many many pics to come including artistic shots of us at "the bean" and making foul gestures in front of the world's biggest faching. You don't know until you know it.
chicago = my favorite city in america so far. NY, to come in the next few weeks.
i'm done with my first year on friday, fuck me. So 2 more big papers and possibly a problem set and that will be it. moment of silence.
dubs dubs, i bought a bikini in chicago and it didnt' look awful. This may be the first time in my life this has happened. Things i have discovered about myself. I do not look good in string bikinis and triangle tops. that is all.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
bitter
Just spoke with ivan. As it were our friends are not getting married for another 2 years. This sparks a conversation about how being the drunk 27/28 year old singletons at your friend's wedding is much more wretched than being the drunk 25/26 year old singletons. ivan suggests, ney, adamately points out that I should make it a goal to be engaged by then so i can have something to show for myself, because being drunk, beligerent and engaged at your friend's wedding is much better than being just drunk and beligerant. truth! But i am not yet ready to make a committment to this "goal." no no, i am definitely not there. No no instead i shall put my energies toward shopping for summer clothes when i go to chicago this week. fuck you married people! i bet you don't get to be single and fabulous travelling to various cities for educational conferences and then using your meager stipend to pay for fabulous clothing that you can wear in puerto rico with your gay friends! god i'm really excited to wear busines casual this week.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
snow in april....pretty standard in AA
Well they say that "april showers bring may flowers" and i never quite understood that saying because it doesn't really rain in LA. But apparenlty in michigan by "april showers" they mean "april snow storms." yes, it is snowing again. 3 days of 60 degree weather and i was sold on the possibility of spring. Even the daffodils and tulips started to bloom only to be killed the next day with snow and frost. mother fucker. according to the weather it feels liek 13 degrees. It is fucking april!! what the fuck! my papi always says that pain builds character and you shoudl take it and let it harden you. well i'm hardened. And i'm ready for some fucking spring becuase this weather is so very not cute. only 4 more years! woo!! ok it's time for me to drink.
Friday, April 06, 2007
the cheese love story (cont)...
an addition to the previous post about tory's cheese love story. She added thsi whilst i was gone so i shall share it with you. i got a fucking huge kick out of this as i hope you will too
Victoria: but he'll still play a little aloof and then as we're making paninis maybe i'll burn my finger and we will kiss and have a billion babies to harvest our cheese
Victoria: and my film shall be called "runaway cow"
you forgot to mention that he will be european
and maybe a little reluctant to admit how good my cheese is
and there can be cheesy shots of our packages of foodstuffs flying with dotted lines across the atlantic
with voice overs of our letters
and maybe we'll get in a cute little fight
about whether idiazabel or manchego is better with membrillo
and just as i'm reading the email where he says "manchego!"
there will be a knock on the door
and he'll be there with a huge wheel of it
and will say "there just wasn't any other way to prove it to you"
but he will also be talking about our love
(which I will totally pick up on)
but they'll all be really independent from growing up on a farm part of the time in the states and part of the time in europe, so they won't really need me to supervise them
and my skin will be leathery and toned from all the working in the fields and churning so i won't get a uteran bulge
and we will live happily ever after
orangette
i just heard the most lovely story. It all started when tory and i were discussing how to make Quinoa. I bought some at TJ's the other day as an attempt to get back to my mayan/inca/aztec roots or whatever. dude this shit is the BOMB! seriously the consistency is relaly good and it's basically what cous cous is to pasta, quinoa is to rice. So anyways it was good which got us talking about how tory really wants to abandon her life as a new york hipster to take a cheesemaking internship at which poitn she will learn how to make cheese and earn the title of "cheesemonger." Very exciting stuff!! But in the end it seems that cheesemongering doesn't really give you many options so we opted for another story. She is just going to learn all about different cheeses and impress people at cocktai lparties. And someday when she is old and rich she will buy a farm and have a fromagerie. But in my version of the story she will be some old well travelled woman who lets the wind carry her. and she spends time on this farm that is covered with wierd ecclectic art made by her wierd hippie art commune friends. And she wears nothing but mexican dresses when she's on the farm and perhaps even walks around barefoot, which could be dangerous with the hay. Anyways she makes cheese and starts a website and then a man emails her and says that he loves her cheese and would love to come and live for the summer on her farm so he could learn to make such wonderful cheese. Well they email back and forth for a while and then finally he comes and stays and they fall in love MAKING CHEESE!! and it's like so beautiful and romantical and like a modern day cheese version of "you've got mail." Then she sent me this link. So does anyone out there read orangette? I think emily does. It's a recipe website of this woman. Well check this shit out. She stole my story, minus the cheese
most romantic story
food nerds falling in love!
most romantic story
food nerds falling in love!
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
I am a little drunk right now so bare with me. my friend got engaged today...ON THE FACEBOOK!! i think there are few things worse than hearing about a friends engagement on teh facebook. i mean general facebook engagements i find to be extremely offensive and an afront to all womenkind. rub it in bitches! no seriously, if you are old enough to be engaged perhaps you are old enough to not be using the facebook. This might be teh first person i know who is getting married. I mean peopel you knew from 4 years ago dont' count because they have most likely changed, but peopel you have seen in the past 4 months getting engaged, that is a whole other ball game. and then her friend left her a message about being "in the club" and she said yes i'm "in the club." What the fuck is this club!?? not that i want to be in teh club perse bu ti want someone to want to be in teh club with me. does that make any sense? anyways i was feeling really down because i generally tend to hate insipid women who find men to marry them when i know so many fascinating women who cannot get people. is there no justice in teh world! but more than that i hate people who have their life figured out because i am nowhere near having my life figurd out. and i don't want it figured out quite jsut yet but i'd like to know that somedya in liek 3 years i will have a plan and that plan will actually follow through. that sentence made no sense.
anyways i was feeling very....twin peaksish...very out of sorts...my emotions in my vagina where going out of control so i ran to trader joes for some wine because ifelt there was no better way to christen this already shitty day than with some shiraz. it is now 2 glasses later and i'm watchign dancing with the stars. i'm sure you are all judging me bu ti have to tell you about one of the most awesome things i have ever witnessed on television IN MY LIFE.
imagine this...survivor, singers of "eye of the tiger" singing LIVE ON STAGE with professional dancers doing the tango in capes and boxer's outfits!! and teh lead singer is wearing a pirates shirt and leather pants and PEARLS!! pearls goddamnit!! thsi song is so powerful. it almost makes me forget my bitterness. or maybe it's the wine. i dont' know but it's all so very eeemotional, so much so that i have to rewind 2 times to watch it again because it really touches me.
anyways i was feeling very....twin peaksish...very out of sorts...my emotions in my vagina where going out of control so i ran to trader joes for some wine because ifelt there was no better way to christen this already shitty day than with some shiraz. it is now 2 glasses later and i'm watchign dancing with the stars. i'm sure you are all judging me bu ti have to tell you about one of the most awesome things i have ever witnessed on television IN MY LIFE.
imagine this...survivor, singers of "eye of the tiger" singing LIVE ON STAGE with professional dancers doing the tango in capes and boxer's outfits!! and teh lead singer is wearing a pirates shirt and leather pants and PEARLS!! pearls goddamnit!! thsi song is so powerful. it almost makes me forget my bitterness. or maybe it's the wine. i dont' know but it's all so very eeemotional, so much so that i have to rewind 2 times to watch it again because it really touches me.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
the chicken wing incident of 2007
so today i randomly came across my friend watching a soccer game at this chicken wing joing near campus. I thought i'd stop by and do some reading before a meeting i had. The sweet smell of wing sauce pervaded the room and i began to crave the glorious thing that is a chicken wing. Come to find it was in fact CHICKEN WING TUESDAY!! 10 wings for $4! eeemagine! Anyways never being able to say no to a good meal value i opted for the 10 wings. to top it off this place had free wifi. chicken wings and wifi! what a brilliant combo i thought. i started imagining myself doing homework here on tuesdays, scarfing down some wings and checking my gmail, perhaps even liveblogging. Granted there would be that whole issue of saucy hands but they had tons of wet naps so i thought it could still be doable.
20 minutes later
I had finally climbed through what felt like the everest of wings. Why is that that after your 6th wing you start to feel disgusting and yet you want more? It is the law of chicken wing exponentiality or something. I tell you there is no more eye opening moment than sitting in front of a plate of chicken bones wondering "did i just do that? in front of people?" All of my fantasies of chicken wing tuesday and free wifi were shattered by the reality. i was a disgusting human being. i sold my soul for $4.
20 minutes later
I had finally climbed through what felt like the everest of wings. Why is that that after your 6th wing you start to feel disgusting and yet you want more? It is the law of chicken wing exponentiality or something. I tell you there is no more eye opening moment than sitting in front of a plate of chicken bones wondering "did i just do that? in front of people?" All of my fantasies of chicken wing tuesday and free wifi were shattered by the reality. i was a disgusting human being. i sold my soul for $4.
Monday, April 02, 2007
so it was my 25th birthday this weekend which was, i must confess, fairly uneventful. I did manage to get drunk 2 nights in a row but it was not beligerantly drunk so really it was kind of any other day here in the annie.
finals are coming up. MOTHER FUCKER. i have not really had any deep thoughts as of late so i will leave this boring "update" at this.
i am a live, i am a mess
finals are coming up. MOTHER FUCKER. i have not really had any deep thoughts as of late so i will leave this boring "update" at this.
i am a live, i am a mess
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