Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Hot and sour.

Please excuse the lack of updates! I've been quite busy with school, work, play, and being highly emotional about little things.
I'm really thankful for the new friends I have made this year. My flatmates are awesome, and so much more than I expected them to be. We've already had so many fun times together, and they've really been there for me when I needed support. It makes me sad to think that some of them must leave the U.S. after this school year, but I already feel that I have made friends for life.

Currently, I am sick, in the literal sense. My lymph nodes are tender and my joints ache.
I'm also quite home sick, maybe because I stayed home this Thanksgiving while my friends went home to have a feast with their loved ones. They came home glowing, with the kind of happiness that you can only emit after you've spent some time being pampered by family and old friends. I, too, am sporting a rosy glow, but from my mild fever. I must admit, it's a good look for the holiday season.

Lovely photos by A, again.

With C and M. (I adore my scarf, even if it looks like a neck brace)

With C, my favo. (P.S. smoking does not ease sickness)


I've been drinking hot lemonade for the past 24 hours in hopes that the C vitamins will act as a cure-all for all of my woes. I've been squeezing the life out of the lemons W generously brought back from her lemon tree at home. It kind of tastes like theraflu, which is appropriate for the occasion.

Theraflu-esque Hot Lemonade
Ingredients:
2 whole lemons, the sweeter the better.
Enough honey to cover the bottom of your cup, or more.
Hot water
More honey or agave to taste.

Directions:
1. Drizzle honey into the bottom of your cup/mug.
2. Slice lemons into wedges, squeeze juices into said cup/mug.
3. Use a strainer if you dislike pulp.
4. Use a spoon to scratch the pulp into the cup, if you're into that. (I'm into that.)
5. Pour hot water into cup.
6. Have a cheeky little taste; add more honey or agave to sweeten.
7. Sip slowly, and cozy up.

I haven't posted any recipes in a long time, sorry this one is such a messy one.
Hope the rest of the world feels nice and healthy--take care of yourselves, please.

love, c.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Makes me miss you more.

I'm sorry I couldn't be with you today baby. Just know that I'm super thankful to have a girlfriend like you. Can't wait to see you.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Chocolate x Chocolate

It's flu season! C and N are down sick, and I'm not feeling too well either. Aside from delivering medicine and comfort foods to my poor friends, I decided to spend the day seeking refuge in the warmth of my bed with Aristotle as a loyal companion.

Aristotle, in the middle.
Now I'm back at the Tranquilo house again, which has adopted a new retro-feel couch (: Its arrival has been long overdue. Currently enjoying THC-infused hot chocolate and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. What a sweet, sweet Tuesday.

Hope everyone's lives are filled with love and chocolate.
love, c.

Suck it up, brah.

C: Why aren't you here!?
C: Pretty sure I'm gonna die.
N: Haha, you'll be fine.

Monday, November 7, 2011

A nice walk.

Parking on campus is free on the weekends, hoorah. But on Monday mornings at 8 a.m. sharp, officers begin to neatly place expensive tickets on your windshield, always accompanied by a hideously bright orange envelope. The only way to avoid this is to hang a little plastic parking permit on your rear-view mirror, but because I only use my car on the weekends, purchasing a $732 annual parking permit is certainly out of question. 
I often dread having to move my car off-campus on Sunday nights. Often times it is much too dark and cold to do alone, but also such a huge favor to ask of a roommate who is curled up cozily on the the couch. However, at the end of my Sunday, I always find myself enjoying the ten-minute walk back to my apartment after giving my car a kiss goodbye for the week. It gives me a moment to organize my mental planner, construct a to-do list or write fragments of a blog. Or to daydream.
Within the four walls of my room, my worries only linger and leave me feeling helpless. But while walking through the darkness back to the warmth of what I now call home, those thoughts escape. And I feel a little less frightened to combat in the war that is the Monday Blues.

Hope everyone starts their week on a good note (:
love, c.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Waiting for the day to change its course.

When I received my midterm back in my anthropology lecture today, I was embarrassed. I didn't want anyone to peek over my shoulder and see how many red marks lined up on my scantron, or how small and sad the numerator looked over the large, pompous denominator. And then I wandered over to the next campus to pick up my cell bio midterm, foolishly hoping that it would brighten up my day. Oh, how wrong I was. I sped back to my apartment on foot, popped a bag of popcorn, chomped through it until its butter coating made me nauseated, stripped down to my underwear and curled up in bed.

And here I am.

I feel sick. I devote 80% of my daily life to school, and I definitely spent an entire week studying for three midterms that all came back to tell me that none of that was enough. When is it ever, I guess. 
I want this to be over.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Happy Halloween!

My pumpkin costume may possibly be my best purchase I've ever made.
Photos courtesy of A.

With our beloved house plants.
Distracted schoolgirl and Sad pumpkin

Wishing the world lots of candy and zero consequential damages to their teeth!
love, c.

Strange, hopeless.

There's something about cigarettes that I find oddly romantic.
I have a soft spot for sharing them with friends and strangers alike, to initiate a pleasant conversation or a comfortable silence to pass the time. Today there is a thick blanket of fog covering La Jolla, and I watched the smoke I exhaled dissipate into the white surrounding me. It was pretty, and an experience that harshly contrasts with the typical sit-in-smoke-while-smoking that you experience during midterms week on campus. Somehow I want to leave my cancer circle experiences all beautiful, so maybe it's time to quit soon, while my memory of the pretty smoke floating away is still vivid in my mind.
I also have a strange liking for drinking wine. Recently I've been thinking that it may not even be the wine itself, really, just the wine glasses. Although I do love the coziness of a wine buzz. Perhaps I'll have a glass of milk in a wine glass and see if it's just as romantic.

Sorry for the jibber-jabber.
love, c.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

"We... we live in the future..."

Oh, because the fishes can talk?



See anyone can do it, all you need is style
Listen up, I'm gonna show you how

Put your hands to the side, and silly as it seems
Shake your body like a salmon floating up streaaam.

Wishing everyone else a cooky Saturday!
love, c.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Drugs.

The chemicals are long gone, but the thoughts still remain.
Damage done? Possibly.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

A change of pace.

This past weekend, I attended a Sunday Supper with my new flatmates and friends. I dug out my little black dress and heels out of the closet, put my hair in curls, and stained my lips with a little color. 

A few pictures from the event, taken by A.

Our table full of my gorgeous girls.
Darlings.
Full and happy (:

I feel like it has been so long since I've gotten dolled up and gone anywhere. My peep-toe heels that I purchased during my 18 year-old clubbing phase came in rather handy. Albeit with dining dollars, that was the first time I had ever made reservations for a dinner with a lovely group of girls. 
I loved that everyone at the event was dressed so classy and cute. A refreshing change from the usual form-fitting miniskirts + bursting cleavage outfits that bombard a weekend party (although I, too, am guilty of that).
Anyway, it was a very nice Sunday. There was much music and dancing to be enjoyed, as well as fun conversation over a hearty, Thanksgiving-themed dinner--the butternut squash and apple soup was absolutely delicious. The food coma that quickly ensued brought me to a restful sleep later that night.


I hope the rest of the world had a lovely weekend.
love, c.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Tomato red.

I often misplace my belongings, i.e. lip balm and vials of perfume, my ID and keys, glasses, etc. Most of the time, these things resurface after a short while. So when I realized I hadn't seen my old, but ever-so-trusty, pair of ear clip headphones when I came back to SD, I wasn't too worried. However, now that it has been almost three weeks into the school year, I have a sneaking suspicion that they won't be coming back. I suppose they could be hiding from me, and understandably so, as I had abused them for two years and threw them around from bags to boxes while I constantly moved this summer (and finally settled in I's living room after the third move). 
As much as I want to continue waiting for my darlings to come back, walking to and from class became pretty boring without any music. And as I jealously watched my peers walk around with their huge headphones for the past few weeks, I couldn't help but feel like they were keeping a tiny secret. I always wondered what kind of music was keeping them warm around their ears and heart that day. I'd also like to have a secret (one to share, of course). 
So two days after an Amazon.com search for a new pair of friends, they're finally here--and I love them. The fact that the tomato red matches my current nail color makes me feel that it was destiny (:
Tomorrow I can finally go to class while pacing my steps with a beat. I may boogie a bit.

Happy Hump Day, world!
love, c.

So pleased.
P.S. My secret is biggie smalls--all day, 'err day.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Wine and pondering.

So much thinking, nauseating.

The future is bright.
But being home with nothing to do leaves me with too much time to think and doubt, doubt, doubt. School must come faster.
Pretty please?

love, c.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Boothin' it.

I've been obsessed with the mac photo booth as of late. As soon as I arrived home, my family members experienced a snap attack without warning--I just shoved my laptop in front of their face as the count down blinked in red.






My mom is a cutie.






Mom: "Aren't there any effects that make us look more beautiful?"











I guess as a family, we're all pretty easily amused. Now I must hunt down my father for a photoshoot as well. That's going to be quite a task, but it'll keep me busy while I'm home (:

Happy Thursday, world. The week is almost over!
Hope everyone is spending plenty of qt with their familias.

love, c.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Keep it simple.

N: Be a go-getter, baby.
C: Okay.

Makes sense.


via Holstee

This is a nice manifesto. Everyone should live the shit out of their lives.
love, c.

Monday, August 22, 2011

Cinammon + chocolate, grapes.

I'm thoroughly enjoying my new job, but I can't deny the fact that I am left exhausted after long hours of processing shipments and selling fancy undergarments to women. It doesn't help that I insist on going shopping immediately after my shift. But in all honesty, when you spend all day watching girls buy cute bras, it's hard not to follow suit.
Since the weather has been a bit chilly lately, I've been craving hot chocolate. Fortunately, I have a beautiful chocolate man (p.s. my love for the movie White Chicks is inexplicable) to make me a fresh batch (: 
I have discovered that the combination of a nap and mexican hot chocolate is the best way to wind down from a tough weekend--that and a bit of red wine. Now all I have to do is go to bed at a reasonable hour and I'll be ready to combat the Monday blues.

A new favorite (: 
Why hello there.

The perfect wine cork.

I hope the rest of the world is keepin' it just as cozy.
love, c.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Back to Korea.

I  went to LA yesterday to have some quality tlc time.
Driving into Korea Town always feels surreal to me, because all of a sudden any trace of American culture disappears from my line of vision. I walk into restaurants, greet elders with "an nyoung ha seh yo~" and smile politely while T completes the rest of the conversation in Korean. Soju takes up more than half of the menu at the bar, and every meal you're served is bright red. It's nice.
I really, really missed eating asian food. I don't have too many complaints about my San Diegan burrito diet, but nothing says comfort like rice, spicy, and pickled veggies.

Waiting for spicy to happen (love, love banchan!)

Excitement!

Thank you for doing all the cooking, ummah.

Our day consisted of Sara Bareilles, spicy food, gossip, chats about our life plans, then a beach adventure at 1 a.m. We watched the night lights of Venice beach while sitting on a swing and letting our feet graze the cold sand. It made for an enchanting night.
With any of us, no matter how much time has passed, our friendship almost immediately falls back into place. We've definitely grown up and there may be lots of catching up to do, but it's always "the usual". And that's how I like it to be.
I miss them already.

Swings, I love.

Toes in the sand, trash in the can.
Wishing everyone quality time with their favorites.
love, c.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Recent life in monochrome.

New nails.
Gamer boyz

My saloni.

My isabellita

Fun and games.

View from my bed, in the living room (;
Aside from doing school and working, I've been hanging out with friends and enjoying the summer. 

Yesterday, one of the girls living in the apartment left, so her empty bed was moved into the living room for my use. I haven't slept on an actual mattress for over a month! Needless to say, I'm excited for a good snooze tonight.
Wishing everyone a sweet summer as well.
love, c.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

一人の時間、夏の読書。

日本が恋しくなったのでBook Off で古本を売った帰りに日本食スーパーへぶらりと寄った。
家では毎日のように食べていたお米、漬け物や納豆の値札を睨みつけたがあまりの高さにやはり負けてしまい、結局 C.C. Lemon だけを片手に持ってスーパーを去った。
ただの大学生にとって日本食を作る材料を揃える事は金銭的にちょっと無理がある。自分で漬け物くらい作れば?とも思ったが、そんな勇気はどこにもない。
きちんとした大人になったら自分で漬け物をつくろう。おかしな大人になりそうだ。


アパートに戻ってさくらももこ本を読むうちに心細さが少し和らげられた。読み終わった頃にはルームメートも仕事からもどり、楽しく一緒にテレビをみて一日を終えた。
一昔前までひとりぼっちが好きだったのに、自分の中で何がかわったのだろう。夏になると時間がのびのびとしてるからその間ごろごろして誰かに甘えたくなるのだろうか。こんなゆったりとした時間に流されてちゃだめだなあ。



Little Dragon

Constant surprises coming my way
Some call it coincidence, but I like to call it fate





Thank you A, for introducing me to this band. The singer, Yukimi Nagano, has such a soulful voice that I simply cannot get enough of. I always get a little giddy when I discover Japanese singers. 
Pleasant beats for a nice day out (:

Wishing everyone a happy Wednesday!
love, c.


Monday, August 8, 2011

Now when the sun come up

I'll be there to say what up!
(I've been listening to Kid Cudi on repeat for about an hour now).

This past Saturday, I was graced with the opportunity to attend an info session for a nutrition-related career. I woke up bright and early and drove out to the Sheraton in Mission Valley, only to find out I had been invited to a live action infomercial for Herbalife. Despite the free goodie bag that I received, I couldn't help but feel cheated out of what could have been a wonderful sleep into my Saturday morning. I had spent so much time planning a semi-formal outfit for this possible job opportunity; I was all hot and bothered when I found out that it was just a pyramid scam.
What made my day better, though, was coming home to a free on-campus barbeque. It felt nice, for once, to be the early bird that catches the worm (: I ran home and woke up IZ from the slumbers of sleep to score some free veggie burgers complete with toasted buns, lettuce, tomato, avocado slices and muenster cheese. We also tie-dyed t-shirts and did a bit of painting. 
Ah, the joys of summer.


Woke up just in time for burgers.


Happy to eat slightly-gourmet burgers!

My contribution to the wall painting.
Hope everyone else is enjoying lots of sun this summer!
love, c.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

(Home)sick.

After a long day at work, I came home to a box of lucky charms and little else to eat. As I caught up with my blogs, I let my hand wander in the depths of dog food and marshmallows.
The result: a half empty box of cereal and an upset stomach. The cigarette I smoked shortly after definitely did not help me feel better.

As I sought refuge and curled up on the couch (which has been my bed for the past month), all I could honestly wish for was the comfort of being home. I miss white rice, my father's hand-pickled vegetables served with complaints of a curfew constantly broken, and the curious nose of my little furball of a puppy.

Always sniffing around for hidden snacks. 
My baby.

Note to self: Go to Asian market tomorrow, eat healthy, plan a trip home.
love, c.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Sprouting.

I feel like I spent the past year underground, tangled in my own roots with nowhere to go. I had literally fallen to the very bottom of a pit, which was confusing, and most of all, frightening. At the same time, the world around me was moving so fast; I couldn't quite get up and running out of fear that I wouldn't be able to keep up. I found comfort in the stillness of the dark spot I had fallen into. 
However, I can happily say now that I've found some solid ground. It simply took time, and (as corny as it sounds) soul-searching to get back on my feet. I've always been a late bloomer, but I have come to terms with the fact that life will never, ever slow down. It will be difficult, but I'm simply going to have to do things at my own pace. Of course, there is ample room for failure. But as Milan Kundera says, happiness is the longing for repetition; and one thing that will stay constant in my life is the unconditional support of my wonderful family and friends. Thank you for being there, always. And I suppose a special thanks goes to the boyfriend for giving me the last shove in the (hopefully) right direction.
I'm going to be okay (:

On that note, I'll be off to deliver some milkshakes to my sweet-toothed friends. They've been waiting patiently at the apartment for hours.
Wishing the rest of the world a sweet, sweet summer full of sunshine and booty-thick 'shakes.

love, c.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

No fire required.

A few snaps from the weekend of ceviche + wine.

Raw shrimp tossed in a generous amount of crushed pepper.
Red onions, cilantro, habanero, cucumber and tomatoes.
I consumed three times this amount.
Making ceviche was fun and very, very easy. The hardest part was squeezing out the juice from the limes. We had two full bags of them--many of which were highly uncooperative--and no lemon squeezer :/ The lime is the most important part of ceviche, as it is used to soak the shrimp and cook them. The resulting plump texture of the shrimp is irresistibly good, though, and was very well worth the pains of inhaling habanero and onion fumes, as well as burning my hands with the citrus juice.

Crazy-hot Ceviche (recipe from J)
Ingredients:
Raw shrimp
Squeezed lime juice (enough to soak the shrimp)
Tomatoes, diced
Cucumber, diced
Red onions, diced
Cilantro, chopped
Habanero pepper (as many as you can handle--shouldn't be very many)
Crushed red pepper
Salt and pepper
Tostadas

Directions:
1. Remove the shells from the raw shrimp.
2. Toss shrimp in a generous amount of salt, pepper and crushed peppers in some sort of container.
3. Squeeze the limes and pour the juice over the shrimp. Massage with care.
4. In a separate bowl, combine all of the vegetables with cilantro and habanero.
5. Let the shrimp sit for an hour, or until they turn a little pink. Mix in the powerful salad mix.
6. Serve on tostadas.
7. Pair with wine (or even better, sangria).
8. Eat happy.


Mmmm, first final tomorrow. Time to hit the books.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Colossal balls.

I woke up feeling completely shriveled and slightly hung over. My entire outfit from the night before (boots and all) clung onto my body, bunched in all the wrong places from when I tossed and turned from the ineluctable discomfort caused by excessive intoxication.
I am a terrible student. I had made plans to study this weekend, but accomplished none of the readings or work problems I had set my heart to do. Instead, I had wine and home made ceviche--which, by the way, is now one of my favorite dishes--followed by a few games of jumbling tower and an excursion to A's dancesport competition(followed by the after party). But this is not to say that I didn't absolutely love every minute of this weekend. On Friday, I spent quality time with my housemates discussing our school-related woes (mainly mine) while consuming an impressive amount of wine. I was beyond ecstatic to see A dance with the formation team on Saturday, and even more so when he received the trophy for 1st place with M. Socializing and talking to strange boys in fitted overalls at the party was also quite fun. It's just that paying for the consequences of my own decisions has never been easy for me.
At this point I have given up on the possibility of getting any studying done, which throws tomorrow's organic chemistry quiz out the window. My textbook has been open on the same page all day, conveniently functioning as a place mat and a way to keep cookie crumbs from falling in between the tiles of our dining table.
Oh yes, cookies. I've had enough of these things to satisfy even the cookie monster. Thanks, girl scouts.

This is where I surrender and begin looking for a tutor. I wonder what kind of selfless human being is willing to sacrifice their time to such a hopeless case as myself.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Playing hooky.

I woke up promptly at 7:00 this morning and drove myself to school on time. But the moment I stepped afoot on campus, I realized I was starving. And after falling asleep for an entire metabolics lecture, it was decidedly far too difficult for me to stay on campus without any food or sleep (despite the massive nap I had just taken in a lecture hall)--so I drove right back home.
It's a terrible habit, and the fact that it is Friday today is not a valid excuse, but.. I'm going to use it anyway. The beginning of a weekend warrants fun and relaxation.

While driving away from campus, I was freakishly famished and had only one thing on my mind--the now ripened 19 cent bananas sitting in my kitchen. I arrived home and was fully capable of inhaling the two yellow delicacies in one gulp, but quickly decided against it. Food feels more filling when you take a bit of time to prepare it. After a quick breakfast, I proceeded to pamper myself with a few episodes of the Simpsons with A, who has every season on hand and a ridiculously comfy bed to accommodate the perfect lazy-morning hangout.

Breakfast parfait
Ingredients:
A chunk of banana, diced
Some frozen blueberries (or fresh, if you can afford them)
Agave nectar (or honey, or just sugar)
Plain yogurt
A touch of Granny's Apple Granola from Trader Joe's.

Directions:
1. Fill a cup with as much yogurt as you are prepared to eat.
2. Drizzle a bit of nectar in, mix well.
3. Toss in banana pieces and blueberries.
4. Sprinkle granola on top.
5. Pick up a spoon and eat happy.

Weather worth skipping school for.
The bananas are in hiding.
Happy Friday, world!
love, c.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Bankrupcy, gourmet salads.

Due to an accumulation of bills (rent, utilities, parking ticket and speeding ticket), my bank account has recently become an extremely sad sight. To make matters worse, for the past few months I have been a food-gobbling mess, ignoring my health-conscious ways and eating my worries away.
It has been rough, but I'm getting better.

First off, I started job-hunting. I updated my year-old resume and drove around town looking for "Positions Available" signs, and filled out a ton of online applications. Not much luck with that. However, I may have possibly found a job at Victoria's Secret, thanks to M who walked me in to the store and vouched for me as I scribbled out an application as neatly as possible. Hopefully they'll hire me, and I can take this opportunity to get in touch with my feminine side (:

Secondly, I've gone back to budgeting my food expenses and cooking everything I consume. Eating out is always expensive, and never completely satisfying anyway. I made myself a fancy-looking salad for brunch today, and it was quite delicious if I do say so myself.


Fruit + bleu cheese salad
Ingredients:
A large fistful of spinach
1 pear, thinly sliced
1/2 orange, peeled and cut into bite size pieces
1/4 orange wedge
As much crumbled bleu cheese as your heart desires
1 tablespoon of Trader Joe's whole grain dijon mustard
A touch of black pepper

Directions:
1. Toss spinach, pear, and orange pieces into a bowl.
2. In a separate bowl, squeeze the juice out of the orange wedge and mix with mustard (and maybe a bit of olive oil if you have any).
3. Combine dressing with salad, sprinkle a bit of black pepper, toss.
4. Crumble/grate cheese onto salad.
5. Eat happy.

Time to hit the books once my food coma goes away.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The world danced at me.

I sat up in my bed and felt the knots in my shoulders and the tender bruise on my knee. Physically, I was exhausted. However, mentally I felt refreshed and possibly even reborn.

The night before, we had walked in the rain for hours, admiring the reflections of the street lights in the wet cement and the never-ending night sky who was bright and beautiful despite the weather. Two hours into the night, having been pulled away from my physical body--my perspective became abstract, floating through the world as if I were part of the air I breathe.
On this night, I skipped for long periods of time. I felt as though this movement shook off all of the excessive thoughts and worries I had been burdening myself with for the past quarter. I was delighted by the flowers that reached forward to greet me, the breathing trees and slithering of the shadows. The world and I hung out, and we had a good time.

It was a long Saturday night, but worth it. Attempting to organize my life in regards to school and my future had been complicated by the sloppy mess of ideas I had thrown out over the past few weeks. Now that I've emptied that all out, I can have a fresh start.
I will kick ass this quarter.

♥.

Friday, February 25, 2011

It's Friday, finally.

The day of the week actually doesn't make too much of a difference since I've been wining myself to sleep for the past few days. But the beginning of the weekend is always pleasant (:
I've become a bit repulsed and frightened by the quickly diminishing numbers in my back account--I've been spending way too much time at Trader Joe's. I also have quite a few bills to pay, which means it's time to update my ancient resume and go out searching for a job.

Wish me luck.

Can never have too many.
Oily goodness.
 And I wish everyone a happy weekend with pizza and a bottle of wine (:

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I think I sit under the sky for too long.

Every morning I wake up, shower, and brew six cups of coffee in a daze. My caffeine fix is quickly prepared while I bite through a bright green pear, adorned with rough, brown patches that indicate its sweet spots. I then pour myself a cup of coffee, drizzle in a bit of agave and float on to the backyard.
I sit. I let my head fall back.
Instantly, my visual field is filled in by blue, with fluffed pillows of white dragged across its corners. And instantly, I feel microscopic, drowned by the world above.
I like that feeling.


I like the feeling so much that I want to keep sitting and staring, sipping coffee, smoking cigarettes until I'm so light-headed I might as well be a cloud.
Not the right kind of mindset I should become accustomed to.

Monday, February 21, 2011

I dislike being a Biology major.


I just want to be a hippie, run a cute coffee shop, and watch people fall in love. What major that would fall under?

Soy latte.