Saturday, May 29, 2010

Lie with me and just forget the world


See, this is proper May weather. Why have you been holding out on me, Berkeley?

Monday, May 24, 2010

False advertising


Bernadette and I were sick of Berkeley, so we took the train to Stanford and spent the weekend at Bernadette's sister's apartment. Bernadette and her sister, Francis, are so adorable together. They're banter warms my heart. (Yes. Shut up.)

Anyway, Stanford, unlike Berkeley, is not in a college town, but rather a bit isolated from the nearby city of Palo Alto, which is basically an insanely rich suburb. So Stanford is a bit boring. Beautiful, but boring. We went to the Stanford mall, at whose Victoria's Secret had Cal gear, which is weird. Bernadette and I bought the shirts pictured above, because they were on sale, even though it is a LIE. In fact, I'm pretty sure none of the people I've ever kissed are Cal fans.

Speaking of people I've kissed who are definitely not Cal fans, I hung out with that guy I made out with last time I was at Stanford. It was really awkward. He still has pictures of his ex-girlfriend in his room. Which is entirely his prerogative. After all, who am I to tell him how to get over his ex? But it doesn't mean I still want to hook up with him. Especially since I went to the bathroom to give him a chance to discreetly hide them should he want to, and he didn't. Also, I kinda look like her. Not that I spent much time observing the photos, but she has blonde hair and what looked like a long-ish nose, much like mine. So basically: awkward.



A salted caramel cupcake from one of those ridiculously over-priced, 'gourmet' cupcake bakeries. But I have to admit, it was delicious. I guess they charge $3.25 for a reason.


The pizza I made at Theta Chi with Ben! It was also delicious, and not expensive at all. What a refreshing change of pace.


Bernadette hiding behind her pillow. I find this so funny. She is so cute.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Singin' in the rain


This is what I wore on my birthday. I had a group interview at Anthropologie, then I went to dinner at a Salvadorian restaurant (delicious), and swing dancing. Oh, and Kimberly and I found this place called Mission Pie in San Francisco. It's this totally yuppie, organic/vegan pie shop in the middle of the Mission District (which is mostly Hispanic and full of taquerias) which I find hilarious. But they make a mean slice of strawberry rhubarb.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Epitomizing my teenagedom

I did nothing fun, spontaneous, or immature in my last few hours as a teenager. I guess it's fitting, as that's how I spent most of those years: being really fucking bored.

Ah, what am I saying? It wasn't really that bad, was it? ('It' being the hours before my 20th birthday and my adolescence.)


Plus, Kimberly baked me a pie this afternoon. We were watching Pushing Daisies and got inspired. It was delicious.

So there's that.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Magic powder*

Yesterday, the fourth graders I teach about nutrition** in Oakland told me that today they were selling lemonade to raise money for their afterschool program, the very one I teach through, and could I please come? Oh, of course, without a doubt.

So Bernadette and I went to Fruitvale, although not after waiting an ungodly amount of time for the bus, which I sure as hell hope was because everyone is graduating/moving out and the traffic on College was awful.

"This better be fucking bomb lemonade."

Okay, so it wasn't 'fucking bomb'. But it didn't bomb. It was very good! I had the strawberry lemonade, which was very, very good! And then we got lunch, and beignets. They were the highlight of today (I wish they were the highlight of every day).







I also bought my dad this awesome watch for Fathers' Day. I don't think my dad's personal taste extends much beyond Hawaiian shirts, but I hope he likes it. If he doesn't, hell, I'll wear it. I think it's fab.

The only thing that would've made today better is if Steve had let me meet his roommate from Newcastle (Newcastle!) last night.

Oh well. You can't have everything, can you?


*not that kind of powder
**hahahahha, I know

Thursday, May 13, 2010

YEEEEEEEEAH IT'S A PARTY IN THE USA




Finals are over! Let us rejoice the only way we know how: with bad awesome pop music!

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

You know I'm gonna be okay

I only have one more final tomorrow. Then I will be freeeeeeeeeee.*

I've already started compiling my summer playlist.



*Until August 26th.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Diecinueve de mayo

My roommates and I went out to dinner at a Mexican restaurant last night under the pretense that it was for Cinco de Mayo. At the end of the evening, when I was trying to get a to-go box for Gracie's leftover, I see Gracie get up and go talk to people in the kitchen, which happened to be right in front of our table.

"Why the fuck is Gracie standing in the kitchen?" I asked.

"She probably knows the kitchen staff," Hana deadpanned. I wanted to make a joke along those same lines, but more something about Latino brethren, but had decided it was too racist for me. I'm glad Hana made it instead.

When Gracie finally came out of the kitchen, she was accompanied by our waiter and the hostess, carrying a cinnamon tostada with candles in it. Even though my birthday is not for another two weeks, it's still a nice surprise.



"Wow," Kristy said later, looking at the bill. "Your meal was really cheap."

"Yeah, I would've spent more money if I'd known you guys were paying."

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Now THAT'S progressive

Kimberly and I got to Stanford around 9:30 p.m. last night. My mom called, and I told her we were staying the night with Ben before driving down this morning. She said, "Oh, so you guys are going to go to bed soon because you'll be getting up early, right?"

Yeah. Right.

What we did instead was this thing called a Progressive. Called such because as you progress from one location to the next (drinking themed drinks at each place), you become progressively drunker. Obviously.

I love how at Stanford you can actually carry open containers of alcohol around campus, and drink in the dorms. Cal housing is not actually on campus, but in the actual city of Berkeley, so you can get arrested for that. Not to mention the dorms are very strict about alcohol; you're supposed to get kicked out if you even have any in your room. So plus one to Stanford for their chill alcohol policy. Also, people at Stanford are actually classy and make real mixed drinks, instead of just taking shots as we Cal kids do. So another point to them for raising the bar on excessive alcohol consumption.

Speaking of excessive alcohol consumption, it makes you do silly things. Like make out with a really cute guy at 12:40 a.m., May 1st when he just broke up with his girlfriend on April 30th. Although honestly, that's his problem to deal with, not mine. Even though my friends were making contingency plans in case I went home with him, I managed to prove that even Cal students can be classy sometimes and I went back to Ben's dorm.


Also, as I mentioned, today is May 1st! So, in honor of that, NSFW!