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.

Saturday, February 19, 2011


As the clock struck midnight, we sat at the dining table cheering for Y, who was frantically putting together his I-House application. I poured myself another glass of wine as he clicked the submit button at 12:00 a.m. exactly.
I spent the next two hours (my first three as a legal adult) reading birthday texts and talking to my favorite people on the phone. M slipped an adorable, home-made card under my door before quickly climbing the stairs to retreat to her bedroom. When I returned to the dining table, my friends had just revived an old pizza slice with the help of our toaster oven, and my glass had been filled with a bit of Bay Bridge Wine.

Happy Birthday to me (:

Morning bakefest!

A few of my favorite things.

And one of my favorite people with one of my favorite mugs.

Gluten-free muffins come out yellow, but they're delicious.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Morning moments.

Spread liberally on toast, muffin, pear or brie.

I woke up at 6:40 this morning (after pressing the snooze button twice), showered, clumsily applied some makeup and hopped into the car to get to school. Still a bit intoxicated from the night before, I was anything but coherent, blabbering nonsense while M drove us in her little car. Upon arrival, I marched towards the lab where I work, did an hour of "lab maintenance", and proceeded to float off to an on-campus coffee shop for a good dose of caffeine. When I saw the blueberry bran muffin in the display case, I could not resist--so much for a gluten-free diet. And then, instead of staying on campus, I drove home, excited to indulge in my guilty pleasures along with a cigarette (another guilty pleasure, I suppose).

I've despised butter (and whipped cream, agh) since I was a little girl, and the only way my mother could make me eat my breakfast toast was by handing me a jar of jam (either that or a scoop of fermented soybeans to complement a bowl of rice). Until I started skipping breakfast entirely--around age 12--apricot jam was my favorite. Recently, I've been eating everything with this fig spread. I've been in love with its texture and subtle sweetness ever since I sampled it at Whole Foods. It gives brie a nice amber coating that looks and tastes delicious. But, as I found out a few moments ago, it also works wonderfully with blueberry bran muffins.

Said muffin, full of guilt.

Happy Tuesday, friends.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy heart day, world.

Edible chalk for all.

This calendar knows us too well.

Apparently, it's the day of love. Tell your favorite person(s) that you love them, and do what makes your heart happy.

Although when you live in a big house with 6 of your close friends, every day is like Valentine's. I'm definitely enjoying one too many sweets and a small glass of wine tonight, but there's nothing new about that part (:

Good night.