another christmas eve here in throop (pronounced without the “h”) a small town in pennsylvania right near scranton. spent the day in the back of a workshop, not santa’s but my uncle’s. he owns an electrical business that has been in the family since my great grandfather came over from spain so every christmas he holds a party for all his old “buddies.” which really meant my aunt, sister and i being the only girls amongst a bunch of the most endearing older gentlemen ever collected- chowing down cold cuts, drum sticks, hard rolls and black and white cake. my sister and i sat on old stools in the back of the workshop with them hearing them talk of the old days, tell jokes mock each other, and laugh till it hurts (which for their age surprisingly takes a while). a couple hours passed and it was time for them all to gather their coats and head home and for my sister and i to walk the block back to my uncle’s house.

i got my key ring out, that by now is beginning to resemble that of a janitor’s, though i don’t know many janitors that have a hello kitty, jesus, and a hawaiian key chain my friend bought me that flashes “tough guy.” i opened my uncle’s door and walked right into his blue lazy boy chair, put on law and order svu and fell asleep. awoke from my cat nap to find my aunt and her husband digging into the leftovers from the party and reheating them in the microwave. after we all had the grub we had for lunch it was time for the beginning of the celebrations.

you see my uncle’s birthday is on christmas eve so we always get cake. and so it went we got out the blue iced cake and sang happy birthday as a family for my uncle then we all gathered in the living around the tv and watched a christmas classic: rudolf the red nosed reindeer with the almighty burl ives. just a normal christmas eve eating cookies off paper plates, bottles of perrier instead of cocoa, and not enough chairs for everyone leaving a few sequestered on the mustard yellow carpet that’s been here since my grandparents first moved into the house. it’s 11pm an hour and christmas will be here. it’s one of those surreal moments before the storm where it’s hard to believe that its really here. but as old saint nick says “santa clause is coming to town”.

for f*cks sake

this week as i struggle through finishing my finals while still keeping all limbs attached and hair follicles to my scalp, i would like to dedicate this week to pitbull. not the dog well he is a dog but the rapper. he is the epitome of for f*cks sake. below i have an array of photos that are pretty self explanatory. and a video posted by "lil chico" himself that put me into an hysteric state of drunkenness, not that i know what that means as a i am square as they come- like unbelievable so. he looks like pinky or the brain after a full body wax. and he also would be the last one you'd like to see in the mirror of your bathroom as you brush your teeth (large fear of mine)














and thank you

i heard some one whistling the theme from the harry potter movies today in the stairwell

for f*cks sake

i had my first almond roca on my flight back to SF and i feel like my life is about to change. it's just nutty how i could have never had tasted it's sweet goodness prior to the virgin america snack box.

for f*cks sake

hey arnold on instant play

for f*cks sake

12/2

after my kanjii quiz i left my japanese class and headed for jfk, i was finally headed back to the left coast. before i left my dorm for the weekend i headed into the twilight zone rite aid (only out of pure time desperation). and i was waiting in line when i heard a raspy cough and soon an adorable elderly woman was pointing to my package of pads and “saying boy i’m glad i don’t have to deal with that any more.” to which i responded “i only wish” but before i could complete my statement she interjected “no be grateful it would mean that your getting old and believe me i’ve been old for a while it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” before i could continue what would sure to be an intriguing discussion between a girl holding a pack of pads and a elderly woman only in the line only to buy smokes but before that perfect dialogue could proceed the rite aid clerk called the next customer and ended it. i guess i’ll never know what kind of wisdom she could have given me on being a woman or the right pack of cigarettes to buy but somethings in life are better left a mystery. like how kraft cheese can be still considered a dairy product when it’s mostly plastic i guess it’s just building a mystery (bad sarah mclachlan reference). a bit disappointed as left the rite aid i found myself more disappointed as i waited for the snail-like-speed elevator up to my room, grabbed my leopard print jansport (that i wish i could say was from my youth) and hugged one of my room mates for a bittersweet goodbye.

after taking my slew of trains i finally got onto what would be the finale of journey- air train. when it stopped at terminal 2 i had the pleasure of seeing a flight attendant dotingly attach his stripped clip on tie and over that his navy sweater vest. i got to the airport like 3 hours early being me and went through security praying there would be some edible overpriced food to ingest but it was wishful thinking as i had guessed. i had to settle for panda express, in high school it was a mecca of greasy foods but now i remember it was more the thrill of escaping the campus for lunch than having to sift through their orange chicken. once i finished i walked over to my gate and sat by a plug to charge my iphone. about twenty minutes of boredom passed before a lovely scottish gentlemen asked if i wouldn’t mind if he used the empty outlet next to me. taken back by his inherent charm i said yes with a bit too much urgency but he was too nice to take note of it. unfortunately for both us his friend’s charger was not compatible with his phone, unfortunate for him because he won’t be able to give his mates a ring but unfortunate for me because then he would have sat in the open seat next to me. a little let down i then called my uncle and reassured him that i made it to the airport okay. then i heard a deep woman’s voice over the intercom virgin flight to san francisco now boarding, one of the best parts about my seat (besides that my dad got me the aisle) was a handsome british gentlemen to my left in frustration actually said "bullocks!". the anglophile (person fond of ie obsessed with english people)in me died. i now await my arrival and my friend to pick me up in his full flight uniform as he is training to be a pilot.

for f*cks sake

thanksgiving was so full of turkey i’m still digesting it i think. i left the city for the town, scranton, where my relatives live, for a wonderful family feast. it seems though no matter how many a pounder our turkey is it manages to leave the plate (which of course has a turkey on it) as fast as my aunt gingerly places it on the themed tablecloth. us weekly of our turkey week would have had my aunt’s new puppy front and center. she’d be perfect for the trash filled “magazine” because she’s been in her new home a week and it’s already clear that she’s a diva. the highlight of the meal was when definitely gracie (diva) found her way onto the table and licked clean my great aunt’s plate with unbeatable speed. it was clear right then she fit perfectly with the rest of the family scheme. my aunt and i were in such hysterics we couldn’t even move to stop scrappy doo from bulldozing through the all of the contents of great aunt’s kate spade lime green trimmed plate. what can you say the pup has got fine taste. after we all emptied our plates (not as fast scrappy) we took a much needed rest.

i fell asleep at five pm and resurfaced at nine pm but then of course i could not find my way back to sleep. so i turned on the television and hopelessly flipped through the channels that is until i saw the light, well a light my iphone: it was a text from my sister proclaiming that our beloved hey arnold had manifested itself to netflix instant play. there was not a show that better exemplified our childhood then the odd quirkiness of a story based on the unrequited love between angry blondie and a boy with a football shaped head. and of course my dad sister and i proudly did gerald and arnold's handshake at any opportunity we got. after nearly passing out from the news i turned off the tv and flipped open my laptop to my netflix homepage. and there it was all four seasons at my finger tips. i began with well the beginning and i went bananas. literally because the first iconic episode is of gerald and arnold in their fruit costumes for helga’s play. i got lost in central park with arnold and before i knew it was 4 am and i was arising for black friday. and i finally figured out why it’s called black friday because it’s still freakin’ dark when we start the escapades of shopping ie killing each other for a striped cardigan at the gap. my goals were not as highly met as the previous year but despite that it was a terrifying, overwhelmingly, fun day that went from 4 am to 8 pm.

for f*cks sake

drarry (i.e. harry and draco)


for f*cks sake

couple days ago

this morning was a bit rough i lost track of time in between throwing on my clothes and ingesting my omelet and wound up scurrying down the street to class with urgency of a soccer mom (or me) to make all the sales on black friday. i of course was to class in plenty of time because i have the unfortunate and wonderful mentality that i'm already "early for being late" i.e. when i'm 5 minutes early any where i am already late. my class was uneventfully interesting discussing marx and morality of the herd nietzsche. two hours later, as i was leaving my class i saw a fire truck parked on the corner of sixth ave. i got closer to discover a band of fire man carrying chipotle branded paper bags with handles in a cherry merriment- they too must love the infamous and equally mountainous burritos the "restaurant" creates. their joy had a transference to my face as i felt a smile coming on.

i looked to the right to see a man in purple spandex shorts, and no t-shirt bicycle by. his shorts resemble the latex-less gloves you sometimes see in hospitals and what was bizarre about the sighting was not that the look of the shorts (because being a native of frisco nothing surprises me anymore) but that it was winter time and he still was willing to boldly go where no one had gone before (i.e. hypothermia). i got back into my building to watch a man named luigi (no joke) wait for our painfully slow elevator to reach the lobby floor from the seventh, to just take it down one flight to the basement. after going down a flight for luigi the elevator and i traveled up to the sixth floor to find that a dialogue i've been in has continued. you see i've been having a dialogue with potentially a couple different people or maybe the same person on my floor without speaking. i put my plush baby blue robe in the hallway (in it's package of course) because i don't use it and my side of the room is already exploding and to my surprise (despite that my floor is all guys) it did not take long to disappear. but when i got out of the elevator that day it was back. it seemed as though someone had tried it on and put back as it was not in fact it was not the right coloring for their skin tone.

*flash forward, yesterday actually i found the robe was gone who knows maybe it will return to the hallway again, don't worry i'll keep you updated on my ghost like apparel.

lastly and sadly (for me) one of my room mate's is traveling to washington dc for the week and was packing her suit case when she exclaimed, "i almost hate my mom for packing me so much food." my room mates mother though i've never met her because she is in india, i can imagine dotingly creating this suit case of indian munchies for her trek to america. when i mean indian munchies that also includes homemade naan in a tin- yep it's real somehow. anyways she had to use the suit case today and discovered there was a vast amount of crumbs in the bottom of her flower (power) covered suit case. so she took our mini vac dirt devil and vaccumed the crumbs of her once delicious indian munchies out.

for f*cks sake.

11/16

so last night and morning i had the absolute pleasure of not only seeing the seventh harry potter movie at midnight but having a reason behind it beyond (unhealthy but magical obsession), in celebration of one of my room mates birthdays. we stood in line amongst all the crazies, dressed fully or only partially in costume (and by crazies I mean how crazy jealous of their visible material admiration I was). when the doors opened so did the mad rush into the eye of the needle- the ticket taking line. three of my room mates, one who's presence we missed, rushed to the front and got our tickets printed and torn and once allowed bounded to theatre two. theatre two turned out to be a small and surprisingly intimate theatre where the three of us could sit together with ease. unfortunately though we sat with one seat open to the left us and a young man that my room mate affectionately described as smelling awfully of three of her favorite things, b.o., cigarettes and alcohol. despite our smelly compadre the three of us in merry anticipation of a film that would prove (and always does) to be beyond magical. but was not magical were the slew of unimaginably bad movie trailers. now i myself have a low bar for movies, i often find myself enjoying the most awful and cheeseball of such things (which my room mate was more than happy to concur with on the spot) but I could not even bare what i had just seen. my room mate and i turned to our room mate on my right, who beckons from the beautiful country of india, and proceeded to apologize that these were what she was being subjected to and to profess our embarrassment. just to prove (as well as not leave us as the only ones forced to sit through this) i have put the think for the most outrageous of the lot here:


http://www.cowboysandaliensmovie.com/?__source=ggl|cowboys+and+aliens+trailer|Brand|G_Cowboys&Aliens&sky=ggl|cowboys+and+aliens+trailer|Brand|G_Cowboys&Aliens




i believe it speaks for itself. but of course once we were able to pass the horror of the next years flicks, the magic began. i myself am still trying to process the beauty that was within part one of the indescribable phenomena. all should see it (obviously) and do not need me to reaffirm this notion.

after our dreams had come true we headed to our ukranian restaurant where we met our other room mate and another of our friends, for which we enjoyed pancakes (of the raspberry and potato variety), omelets, hot cocoa, and meatballs and gravy. we then briskly walked home and hit the hay till um.. 4pm.

for f*cks sake

since this is the first post of this nature it needs a bit of a back story weekly or more often I want to have photos
I've found or taken that epitomizes for f*cks sake (and again either meaning great or completely bizarre or both)








when they say costco sells everything they really (terrifyingly) mean it










because i always like to buy my feminine products with my daily bread.









lunchables have gone "whole grain"











in case the subway breaks down you'll always have a ride home











and i think this last one speaks for itself

fears of mine that are for f*cks sake completely irrational, and the list will go on and on

tupperware
mulan the movie on vhs
accidentally eating an edible
"stacy's mom" the song
edible arrangements
"jelly" meat (that juicy stuff deli meat comes in when it's pre packaged)
the curdle on the top of yogurt

11/14

i’m on the train back from a weekend of fun with my relatives and some amish people. i guess a bit of back story would be good, my relatives live in scranton, so yes for all you office fanatics it is indeed a real place, anyways scranton is about two hours away from lancaster which for those of you who did not know (you now do) is the home to a large amish population. i’ve always found the amish a fascinating bunch for having strong believes but in a unique way of not proselytizing them onto any one who does not share their views. so knowing all of these facts i asked my uncle if we could journey down there so i could observe a culture that every knows of but no one really knows anything about. another fun fact is for my one of my religion classes we had to pick a group to study and i thought who better than the amish. so we made the two hour drive down and embraced a culture that has been thriving for generations. we went to amish markets, and restaurants appreciating the homemade breads, jams, birch beers, cheeses and other assortments of delicious treats. it was a very pleasant day minus being on the road for over twelve hours. but back to the train the man seated practically on top of me had a crew cut and a green button down muscle shirt. he's jamming just as hard as am but instead of to glee, "hard core" hip hop. he's got an army movie in the front mesh pocket of his back pack for quick access. his head is bobbing to the same beat as his black nikes are tapping on the trains white floor. i'm scared to even be writing about him because he’s got guns as wide as my face but luckily i think he’s too interested in his jams to notice me taking note in his quirky characteristics.

for f*cks sake

11/11-11/12

so last night i.e. 11:55 pm my two of my three room mates and I decided there was a great need for more scallion pancakes (also I’ve always know them as onion pancakes if that clarifies the image of the pastry for anyone). So we frantically searched for Chinese places that would still deliver- all of which said delivery ended at 12 am but despite this in desperation for our vegetable treat (never thought I’d combine those words) my roomie continuously dialed places asking if in fact they still made deliveries five minutes before they closed. we of course found one that did but they did not have our onion flap jacks and so the mission was quickly aborted. a wave of surrendering to the fact that no where in the village would a 24 hour Chinese place that delivered exist but my determination was not so easily swayed and this insanity did eventually yield to our dreams coming true- a man coming to our door onion pancakes in hand. The three of us had our chinese cuisine across our desks gulping down our green hot cakes while watching random videos on Youtube (including clips of despicable me which of course i had to find the dancing chicken nugget like figures terrifying).

then our friend knocked and asked if we wished to accompany him to a 24 hour Ukrainian restaurant- a perfectly average question at 2 am. I was so tempted to join him even despite our last experience- which is the only adequate way to describe what we experienced seated in the seemingly normal table in the back of little Ukraine. dramatic tv show flashback (that’s usually more confusing than sensical)... when we first entered the restaurant we seemed to be alone as patrons until we heard squawking forty year old women in dresses shorter than an “edgy” camo one a 13 year girl old would wear. They sat across the restaurant and then preceded to demand in support of their “dire” need for sparkling water. They must have sensed my strong gravitational pull for crazy people because then the two middle aged women moved to the one table directly behind us. Sadly the bizarre presences only continued to multiply, as a just beyond middle aged man who looked unfortunately similar to Gene Simmons in a plaid t-shirt ,that should be left to the urban outfitters and american apparel prodigies of the west village, joined them and around his short arm was a woman with more plastic in her face then joan rivers (and yes i realize the seriousness of my claim). they quartet proceeded to discuss their various risque (to say the least) endeavors, including gene simmons outing his girlfriend (joan rivers) as a well known porn star whom he stalked through facebook for a date (totally ugly sad). i believe the phrase of adoration he chose was “she was just like angelina jolie to me”. and then to the left of us a man highly intoxicated entered in a navy tee with the american flag proudly apost a flag pole gloriously blowing in the wind. he spent a good twenty minutes explaining Jesus to the waiter (who must just be used to this sort of thing) till he eventually got to ordering fried eggs but once they arrived he left the restaurant to get to his truck where he got a cigarette and another bottle of courage. with both hands full he stuck his leg perpendicular to a tree and held it there for an impressive amount of time, returned to the restaurant tied a bandana around his arm with his teeth and then and only then began to go at his eggs. the man behind him was on his fourth course of beef stroganoff and was making noises after his fork met his lips that i would prefer not to detail here. after i finished my perrogies and my friend his poppyseed bread and yogurt we left feeling unbelievably amazed at what he had just been surrounded by. just another “morning” i guess but what is more sad is i’d go back again.

well for f*cks sake why not.

11//11

first let me say it 11/11 make a wish all day...

my room mate and i decided to venture out of the cafeteria tonight for some chinese food. the real reason behind it was to experience one beautiful appetizer: scallion pancakes. the perfect mix of the savory and the sweet. so we grouped together a few people and went to "charlie mom" and yes it is a chinese restaurant in the village. the restaurant has a very strange set up, cashier in the front and then you walk through a hall of mirrors (no joke the hallway has long mirrors as wallpaper on both sides) and in the back there are regular tables. we were seated by a man in suspenders and a bow tie, which i thought was unreal until i realized all the elderly asian waiters had bow ties in various shades. within ten minutes of ordering our scallion dreams had arrived. and well they disappeared as soon as they arrived. i looked across from me (past my room mates head) and noticed a particularly dressed man pulling something out of his breast pocket. it was a small hand wipe and he proceeded to wipe his hands clean before his mu shu vegetables arrived and he ate them with a fork individually, as in each string of the vegetables were consumed as if they were spaghetti noodles. the meal ended with our fortune cookies attached pleasantly to the check (a practice that i think should be standardized in every restaurant, or just other free cookies) but within the vanilla cookie held my fortune. as soon as i read it i knew it was my destiny. it said boldly "a real patriot is the the fellow who gets a parking ticket and rejoices that the system works."

after we paid our perspective bills, and ate our fortune cookies we were back on sixth avenue, headed for the next best thing to scallion pancakes- gelato popsicles. popbar is literally a popsicle bar off sixth ave with an assortment of gelato and sorbet popsicles that can be dipped in every kind of chocolate or various nuts. i got a strawberry yogurt popsicle dipped in dark chocolate and felt as if i was cliche(ly) dancing through clouds listening to "killer queen".

got back to the dorm and sadly my room mates boyfriend had to head back to philly but luckily he'll be back soon to play "cards." finally shaved the legs today (meaning my own) and somehow managed to dull my nice razor into something that felt more like a lint brush barely picking up my dogs hair off my black leggings. and even though the it wasn't it's normal smooth process it still felt oddly luxurious i guess being here i've forgotten what it feels like to be a human. as i was leaving the bathroom in my "how to tie a tie boxers" i heard what i thought was fairy gnomes fighting with fiddles coming from a guys room who "djs".

for f*cks sake

okay two blogs that epitomize for f*cks sake (the great side)

http://fuckyeahprancingcera.tumblr.com/
http://fuckyeahglencoco.tumblr.com/

oh for f*cks sake why aren't the classic dcom movies on netflix









my favs would most definitely be: (in no particular order of course)
brink
johnny tsunami
phantom of the megaplex
tower of terror
double teamed
life size
motocrossed
right on track
miracle in line 2
get a clue
halloweentown
quints
cadet kelly

just to name a few

11/9

got up today and had my usual ham omelette. once the cafeteria's chef felipe sees me turn the corner his tongs turn towards the stovetop ready to transform egg yolk in to golden goodness. this morning i got up extra earlier to jam my readings for my class at 10 in before my class started- i thought this might be a good idea. omelette atop my biodegradable plate (the only thing good for the environment in the cafeteria besides the matching flatware) and grabbed a seat in a booth against the cafeteria's white wall. luckily i was reading the "age of reason" by paine so my only "pain" (which at this time is usually trying bring myself to drink the cafeteria's coffee) was that i had not had the opportunity to read mr. thomas before. by the time i had finished my packet it looked as though a highlighter had streaked naked through it (there was just too much great stuff). took the elevator back up to the room and pulled together an outfit that (for most people) did not in any way match the winter like weather that has already begun. to seem as though i had some sort of normal body temperature i threw on a scarf and was out the door.

my two hour class went well and before i knew it i was seated on a bench with two of my friends, one beside me and the other across from us, sitting on a structure that honestly looks like a sombrero, eating lunch. we munched and chatted and before i knew it my room mate and i were in what i like to refer to as the "twilight zone rite-aid". now i must explain why this particular rite-aid deserves the homage of the classic television show, most rite-aid's are perfectly pleasant places but for some reason the one at the end of our block always makes for some of the weirdest experiences where you're constantly asking yourself- if your'e still on planet earth? i went in determined to get in and out effieciently but lost all of those logical thoughts when i saw a stack of pillow pets. the purple unicorn pillow pet and i met glances and that instant connection soon made us inseparable. i was really determined to consecrate our relationship by paying twenty dollars for something that i most certainly did not need before my room mate thankfully became the voice of reason and was able to successfully dissuade me. And focused me back to a reasonable purchase. after i got over the emotion of leaving my friend amongst all the other overly priced plushies i was back to the room for the first of the many cat naps i take during the day to keep my sanity.

a couple hours later slightly more rested i journeyed back out into the world. i had only made it half way down my block when a man in a puffy read vest and matching hat and scarf and shoes asked me, "do you want to come to therapy with me?". i was confused if he meant for his outfit or his affinity for conversing with absolute strangers about his personal life, when i luckily realized (before i could comment on either) that he had a blue tooth piece (that surprisingly was not red) in his ear. blushing (i guess he has a red effect on people) to avoid laughing out loud i continued my short strides down the crowded block, wishfully thinking that these occurrences either were a figment of my imagination or hoping that their occurrence would stipend a bit. i had to walk about 10 blocks to continue the film assignment i had for one of my religion classes (that i should have started much earlier) but soon large white mini buildings in the street caught my eye. movie trailers. a true new york moment. i having no shame of looking unlike a "true new yorker",who would maturely bypass the activity, paraded down the street to see who i could find. i had nearly reached the end of the block having seen no one when i saw a familiar face in a long dark coat. then i heard their unmistakable voice, ladies and gentlemen i give you mr. chris rock in the east village wearing a bowler hat. i was on the phone with my dad at the time but did have enough pride to wait till i got around the block to exclaim my excitement. just another day of odd funs i figured. i happily walked back a little star struck and went down into the basement i mean our cafeteria and spent my dinner conversing with a large group of people that sat around one small table (like clowns in a clown car) over the greatness of harry potter.

for f*cks sake

fears of mine (that are for f*cks sake completely irrational) never ending lists

tupperware
mulan on vhs
"stacy's mom" the song
edible arrangements
accidentally eating an edible

oh for f*cks sake (shorts) of the week

went to target in brooklyn today with the room mates. on the way out of the red warehouse was stopped by two motherly figures whom asked "are you jewish?" i of course said yes (even though i'm not) and they dotingly took candles out of their matching rite aid plastic bags. attached to the candles was a pamphlet titled "a jewish woman's guide to lighting shabbat candles". i was engulfed in euphoria and confusion.

i realize how long it's been since i've shaved when i can feel my leg hair through my matching pocketed flannel dog pajamas. as my aunt dinah always says "if you can braid it you outta shave it", i never really understood what she meant till now when i look down at my lower half and see a friendly hippie man in a tie die tee and birkenstock's head.

you know you've hit a low when you burn microwave popcorn.

my room mate just caught me putting baby powder on my hair, and worse missing my head and getting it in my eye. how do i manage to age myself constantly- not that i mind. i love playing both roles of an aging couple, sharing jello with spoons into each other's gum less mouths. and of course jamming to top 40 hits that they've either never heard or know every word to. i also very much look forward to bingo night and winning tchotchkes for our growing collection.

oh for f*cks sake

11/6

oh for f*cks sake,
today went to hoboken and listened to jesse mccartney and lou bega in a dunkin' donuts with 3 of my four room mates, sipping unbearably tasteless coffee and reading the jersey post article on a major sex offender recently arrested in the newspaper that i just paid 50 cents (too much) for. the sex offender's bust was this major cover story, to me it was truly "shocking" that a guy who's myspace account had lego lover in the title would turn out to be a sex offender. how could a middle school honestly hire a 40 year old man who still not only plays with legos habitually but publicly admits his hobby pridefully in his myspace username (or the fact that he still bothers with myspace). on our voyage to the dunkin' donuts we passed the infamous cake boss bakery ie the only reason people around the country (like in a small town in kentucky for example) now know that hoboken exists.

just as star stuck as the other 50 people in line in front of us the three of us stood in the line to just get into the bakery, that is until we were corrected by a 30 year old man in, yes, aviators and an appropriately branded carlo's bakery sweatshirt announced to us that the enormous line really started a couple blocks away. the winter chill had already set in and yet what seemed like a hundred people were willing to wait in line to eat cookies and other assortments of baked goods only because they were on television. that's just america isn't it. i can't truly make fun of them without admitting that i probably would've waited in the line if we weren't meeting my room mates sister for lunch. she of course was reasonable enough to understand that waiting in that line for a cookie we could get at any of the hundreds of bake shops within a mile radius of our dorm room was beyond insanity. so we electively planned to take the path in later that week (which to my amusement to discover is cheaper than the subway even though it goes under water) to voyage to the bakery plastered across the tlc network. we grabbed the path back to manhattan and within a couple stops we were back to our home, but really our over crowded (with mostly my glee-istic junk and my exploding closet) dorm room.

i came back to the dorm, munched on some reasonably tasting food for our cafeteria (meaning not entirely vomit inducing) and then unable to focus ventured through the village for a coffee. found a place where people with james dean framed glasses and scruffy bears hand dripped coffees and i knew i was in the right (overly indie) place for a cup of joe. with my overly priced cappuccino in hand i ventured through the street until i unknowingly directed myself to the meat packing district. on the way i was propositioned by a tranny exclaiming "sweetie you want a lil love from me tonight", just normal a dialogue between someone with a bejeweled bow head band, my room mate wouldn't let me leave the house without and a tranny in a bikini when winter's already begun. but it was a bittersweet transvestite moment, hence the magnificent photo above. i eventually reached 9th ave and found my way back. i avoided work for another hour till my room mate and i (really me) decided we were hungry and wound up finding a french restaurant plastered with tin tin comic books. we both had 5 dollar hot cocoas but were at ease by our french counterparts and endearing gay couples. my room mate who does not like food in the slightest, even adored the perfectly platted parisian dreams.

we journeyed back to the dorm and i was able to work for a few hours till now i find myself singing "tempted" and "santeria" ,among other overplayed radio jams, with my room mate as we attempt to order a pizza delivery at 2 am which to our surprise is proving to be quite difficult. we couldn't even order from any t.t. places like dominos or pizza hut or even good ole papa johns because they are closed (which i simply cannot fathom)! i guess we will go for the pasta salad my uncle brought down from scranton-and yes it is a real place. well that was enough weird and yet totally normal extravaganzas for me.

good night and well for f*cks sake