bus musings

A woman who smells of bubblegum is indescribably irresistible.

pfft is the sound of the day

I had forgotten why I rarely allow myself to eat beans until today when I ate them for both lunch and dinner. Wait a second, I don't even think I ate them for dinner.

Beans, beans the magical fruit
The more you eat, the more you...

Beans aren't fruit, but you get the picture. Sometimes I feel as though I'm a 5 year old trapped in a 20 year old's body.

discipline

"I'll tell you once, I won't tell you twice.
You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss."

Though entirely unrelated to education, these wise words of Dr. Frank N. Furter resonate with me. Lately I've been feeling all too ignorant about, well, most everything. Some of this weekend's events were a real thorn in my side and made me realize I've got to spend less time on the Internet and more time reading, watching good movies, and improving my crafty skills. More sleep will be needed. More time will be needed. Where to find this time comes in the reorganization of exisiting time. There's a word for it, and the word is discipline.

Russian Hill

On Saturday my friend Mai and I met up to do some rummage/estate sale shopping. We're walking up Union Street from Van Ness, half-way up a very steep hill, when she says, "I don't know if this is a mirage, but does that sign up there say 'Ice Cream'?" I laughed so so so hard I could barely keep walking. The reason I laughed so so so hard was because I was also thinking that ice cream sounded really good right then.

Later we explored some cute shops along Polk and made our way to Nick's Crispy Tacos for a couple tacos and strawberry agua frescas. Getting it "Nick's Way" is definitely worth the extra 95 cents. One of the shops had some parakeets in a pretty antique dome-topped cage. I began to think I wanted to get myself some birds to keep me company in my room. Prone to following my impulses and regretting them later, I gave it more thought. This is what I came up with:

1. Birds are noisy.
2. Cleaning up bird shit isn't fun.
3. They shit a lot.
4. I have little space in my room for a large bird cage.
5. My room is an arctic tundra, which means that they'd probably die the first night I got them.

So for the time-being I've decided not to get birds. I guess I just really miss having animals in my life. What about fish?

After chowing down on our favorite tacos, we stopped into Loving Cup, a cute little dessert shop we came across on our treck up the hill. They specialize in rice pudding and fro-yo, but also have smoothies, coffee, espresso, and cupcakes. The fro-yo was absolutely scrumptious! You have your choice of vanilla, chocolate, or non-dairy and the price includes one topping. They put a disk of packaged fro-yo into this industrial drill machine, add the topping(s), and it comes out the bottom and drops into your cup. It's truly brilliant for the ingredients are mixed into each bite. I ordered chocolate with strawberries (because I neglected to see raspberries on the list) and the strawberries were blended up so tiny and perfect and infused the chocolate with so much strawberry flavor I was in heaven. Heads up my vegan friends - I will be taking you here soon!

homemade vs. packaged cupcakes

After alerting me to the fact that someone farted, my friend and classmate Elbert follows with a text saying "I only eat baked goods by Allyson". As if that wasn't enough to brighten up my day, he says "You're a budding Martha sans jail time."

I gotta get me some street cred, stat.