Gavin Rossdale - Love Remains the Same

Drink, to all that we have lost
Mistakes we have made
Everything will change
But love remains the same

So much more to say.

Lost voice, lost boy still wanted to hang out though no words could be said.  He sends a message, "Let's go to Yerba Buena park."  It's 11pm.  A little late, but, why not?  We get there and run around like little children in the vast and empty playground, dashing from structure to structure, observing and fiddling with levers and knobs to run water and sand through the irrigation systems.  I haven't slid down a slide in...I can't even remember when.  It's been too long.  The rush of slipping through a tunnel and landing hard on rubber foam floor is nostalgic.  We wander through a maze and keep from stepping on snails, the paths lit by our cellphone screens.  Find a small labyrinth.  Figure the way out.  It's not the first time.  I laugh.  All that's missing is the moon and the ocean, but the streetlamps and puddles left by yesterday's rain are reminiscent of the past.  Explored the vicinity.  Neon lights illuminate the area--purple, orange, and teal.  Attempted Parkour (not really), climbing and jumping off rails.  We walk in silence.  The night is crisp, the air is clear.  The sky is lacking, but the concrete shimmers like stars.  Found ourselves a wishing tree.  Read the wishes dangling off each branch, the ones we could reach.  Wishes for love, happiness, and health, scrawled in childish handwriting--small hands, big hearts, and even bigger dreams.  I wished.  He wished.  But we wished for nothing, really.  Continued, meandering into the streets of Down Town.  The quiet is broken by mad men singing, conversing with themselves.  It's midnight.

It's good to be back in the city.

:)

Funny thing is, when I got home from Davis, I was scared Aldo wouldn't remember me, seeing how I hadn't been home in a month.

I had nothing to worry about.

While I was throwing up my Friday night all the way into Saturday's evening, he kept trying to climb on to my lap.

That really was the only highlight of that dreadful day.  It's pretty traumatizing waking up and not remembering how you got home (fault of my own), with no recollection of the last hour of yesterday's event, and then finding a suggestive message left on your facebook by someone you don't really know and apparently has a criminal record, along with two bruises the size of a large grapefruit on your right thigh.  But everything turned out alright for the most part, considering the circumstances.  I was not compromised!  Thank god for D.  I never want to sort out my life again like that, ever. 

Live and learn, live and learn.
           

Cheers.

...So it wasn't one of my finer moments in life (though, we did have a pretty good time).  A lot of things happened, I'm sorry! 

Thank you for being there, thank you for caring, and thank you for being such a giving person.   

Thank you for not holding me to a standard, thank you for not judging.  Thank you for not being disappointed.  Thank you for understanding.

But most of all, thank you for being someone I can depend on.  It was very 'Knight in Shining Armor'-esque of you last night--and god, I really needed some saving then.      

It's good to know we'll be in each others lives for a long time, Cupcake Boy.  

Sincerely,

Angry Girl

:)

Uncle Vito's, Davis

Garlic Fries w/ fresh roasted garlic, Parmesan, and parsley

Miscommunication.

So he says to me, "Do you like baking?"--stressing on the word baking.  He continues, "A few of my friends want me to teach them.  Are you down!?"

At 7am in the morning, a long time past since this conversation had occurred, I now realize what he had meant.

Oh my god.  I thought he had really meant baking, so I replied back very ecstatically, "Yea!!!  I love baking!!!"  He seemed a little taken back at my reaction, but never-less, pleasantly surprised.  

Great.

I'm sure now he thinks I'm an open pothead with an addiction problem.  WHYYYYYYYY DID I NOT CATCH THAT?!  WHYYYY?!!  

Anyway, on a brighter--irrelevant--note, I found a club that's just opened (kind of) in SF that's actually playing House music this Friday instead of the usual top 40's crap.

Interest piqued.  Sounds to me like a good way to celebrate after-Finals.  Yay :)

So the beauty/fashion/etc. blog that D and I planned decades ago has finally taken form and come to life.  I'm pretty proud of what we've accomplished and how we're going about it; I think it's very informative (but concise) and aesthetically pleasing.  The age group of our audience, so far that I know of, is between 18-28.  Woo! 

http://theladynthetramp.blogspot.com/

So here's to my first EOTD [Eye of the Day, beauty junkie lingo]--procrastination at its finest.

I call it, 'A Slightly Bruised Look.'

She says, "You can't base your life on the past or the present."

Brandy says, "You have to tell me about your future."

[...]

"Now," those Plumbago lips say, "You are going to tell me your story like you just did.  Write it all down.  Tell that story over and over.  Tell me your sad-assed story all night."  That Brandy queen points a long bony finger at me.

"When you understand," Brandy says, "that what you're telling is just a story.  It isn't happening anymore.  When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in a trashcan," Brandy says, "then we'll figure out who you're going to be."

-Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

Shayne Ward - Until You

Such an old song, but a new one in my book. Such a sexy, high voice. Shayne Ward appears to be the talented version of Justin Timberlake.

Listening to this right now makes me smile--K and L were serenading each other this song in their highest, little girl voices at the top of their lungs for about half an hour earlier last night.  

It feels like nobody ever knew me until you knew me
Feels like nobody ever loved me until you loved me
Feels like nobody ever touched me until you touched me
Baby, nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, until you

Coffee House, Davis

I have waited three weeks for this to show up again at the CoHo bakery (they don't have a set schedule, they like to bake their selections on whim, much to my chagrin).

The cake itself is pretty dense, moderately moist--nothing particularly special; however, the cream cheese frosting is excellent--not too sweet, not too cheesy.  It compliments the cinnamon spice perfectly.  

Pumpkin Cake w/ cream cheese frosting

Recipe for a Lovely Evening

Pesto-filled pasta covered in marinara sauce
Sugar coated strawberries
Creamy hot chocolate

Screaming, blood, and Zombies.

The low income community in Davis is located at the edge of the city, hidden from the public eye view--however, due to the high crime rates of their population, recently, the city council has decided to cut off that section from the city  in order to preserve their reputation.  Because of this, the families that live there can no longer receive city services, which further increases their expenses.  To put things in perspective, these are families who can't even afford to provide their children with backpacks.  I've tutored children who carry their things around in a plastic bag. 

Our adviser told us that Montgomery Elementary has long been experiencing a 40% student decline each year for enrollment.  As less students means less funding, their school subsequently does not have enough students to continue running.   In addition, because the population of the school is primarily that of students from the low income community, they require more financial and academic support, which further exacerbates the issue.  However, because their school has relatively new facilities, the council is considering shutting down one of the other schools in the district and transferring those students to Montgomery.  Problem is, the other school is chock full of privileged white children whose racist parents don't want them mixed in with the poor Chicano community, so there's been a lot of debates and meetings held at night to discuss matters (which explains why my working hours have been extended lately--Bridge provides a daycare program for the children of the parents who attend these discussions).   

AS;LKJDFK!@#*$.  Adults can be so frustrating.

Monday
8:30am-11:30am    Internship @ Montgomery Elementary
12:00pm-2:00pm   Class: HDE100A
2:00pm-3:00pm     Class:  ENL149
4:00pm-6:00pm     Class:  HDE100B

Tuesday
8:30am-2:30pm     Internship @ Montgomery Elementary
2:30pm-8:30pm     Work @ Montgomery Elementary

Wednesday
11:00am-11:30am    Child Observation at Center for Child & Family Studies
12:00pm-2:00pm     Class:  HDE100A
2:00pm-3:00pm       Class:  ENL149
4:00pm-6:00pm       Class:  HDE100B

Thursday
12:00pm-1:30pm    Class:  EDU100
2:30pm-5:00pm      Work @ Montgomery Elementary
6:30pm-10:30pm    Work @ Harper Middle School


Being an Education minor is actually a lot more time consuming than I thought it would be.

Whiz Khalifa - When I'm Gone

I'm gonna spend it all, why wait for another day?
I'mma take all this money I own and blow it all away
'Cause I can't take it when I'm gone
No, I can't take it when I'm gone

Coffee House, Davis

It's kind of funny.  The first time I had these brownies, they advertised them simply as 'Double Fudge Brownies.'

But I was tricked.

They're actually vegan.  Mind blown.  How can the most delicious brownies I have ever had in my life have no butter or eggs in them?! 

Vegan Double Fudge Brownie w/Coconut Flakes

Lisa Mitchell - Neopolitan Dreams

You'll go on, I’ll be okay,
I can dream the rest away
Its just a little touch of fate, it will be okay
It sure takes its precious time, but it’s got rights and so have I

I turn my head up to the sky
I focus one thought at a time
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves
You couldn’t be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind
I have no where, I’ll have time

There are no legible signs

There are no legible signs

Well.

That was an interesting evening.

A little awkward.  Uncomfortable, even.  

It's not everyday an old friend solicits you for sex.

Then the bitch actually has the audacity to delete me off facebook after I decline.   

Woke up on a couch this morning, staring at a ceiling of green stars.  Everything was clear--I blinked.  Ouch.  I had fallen asleep with my contacts on. 

I took a minute and surveyed the scene--what seemed like all the dishes from the kitchen scattered about, random lit candles spread across the room, television screen flashing, several laptops and a full-sized midi keyboard littering the floor in a tangle of wires.  A crate of apples. 

Right, I didn't make it home last night. 
 
I had left my apartment late yesterday and ended up here.  Finished homework with company under the influence of dubstep, indulged in some, and then the rest of the night sort of happened in a blur.  We made apple juice, started composing an ambient track beneath a synthetic sky generated by a laser star, never finished, sang a song about potatoes instead, lit an entire collection of colored candles, trooped to the kitchen where we proceeded to make pork chops, mac n' cheese, garlic fries, and Mexican hot chocolate, ate, and then ended the evening by watching one of the stupidest movies on Earth made by man--Kung Pow.

I have a headache.

♥.

Uncle Vito's, Davis

Thai Fries: crispy, thin fries topped with a sweet & sour sauce, ranch dressing, cilantro, & peppers

Pinkberry, Davis

Salted Caramel Froyo w/blood orange, mango, raspberries, & mochi

YOLO.

My idea of 'living it up' is spending five dollars on a vending machine on a Friday night--well at least that was the plan. 

Oh, but no.  Apparently the vending machine at the small gym doesn't accept bills larger than a dollar.

Floppy, blurry-eyed, and drunk, he leaned on me and said suggestively,

"You know, I could relate to you better if you were a slut."

My friends are charming.

...I study and poorly sketch the profiles of people in class rather than take notes on the course material.

A student walks in carrying an old metal brief case.  His dirty blonde hair is tied up up in a pony tail, his long bangs bobby-pinned back to the sides.  A pair of old fashioned, wire frames perch precariously on the edge of his long nose, not too far from the fluffy, brown beard that grew beneath which curled at his sideburns.  He wore a powder blue and yellow plaid dress shirt beneath a tweed blazer, over a pair of steel grey slacks, completing the look with a pair of brown sneakers that looked like it had seen better days.  He smelled of musty, well-aged books. 

He couldn't have been more than 22 years old. 

C:  I was just offered an amazing opportunity to join a frat and go clubbing with your lovely friends.
I:  Sounds like a winner.  Have fun.
C:  I'd rather wash my hair.  It's nothing personal, really.  Do you think they'd take it offensively?
I:  Probably not.  I already warned them that you are a reclusive flake.
C:  I prefer 'elusive.'