Today Was Beautiful.

Today was beautiful,

it was the type of day that you can only enjoy

by eating a pistachio cone from Ray's Candy Store

and watching the pups

at the Tompkin's Square dog run

the shih tzus, bull dogs

or sitting on a tire swing at the back of the park

spinning, rocking, catching the ice cream drippings

before they slip onto your fingers

or sitting on the small hill

eating a Chocolate, or even better, a banana crunch Entenmann's cake,

preferably without utensils

with a side of green grapes

there was even a sun shower,

and I wish I was on Avenue A to enjoy it

I would stand at the bus stop

under the glass canopy

and watch the slinky buses go by

and the boys on their skateboards

and the girls on their bikes with baskets

and people eating slices of pizza on the go

and I would be happy.

Spring Has Sprung

This weekend was a breakthrough

both on my tan and other important matters

I did not let my nostalgia or homesickness rule

I broke out of the norm,

no more egg white omelets and multigrain toast

I've moved onto scrambled eggs and cheese on an English muffin,

but that wasn't the revolution of this weekend

everything was beautiful,

maybe because I abandoned all my papers and readings and priorities

for blue skies, sandals and a sunny hilltop by Sunset Lake

and for once it felt good not to be in the city

to be away from the movement and

the sounds

(besides the sweet soul sounds of Robin Thicke)

I dearly miss the pigeons,

but I was ok trading them for the robins that would hop around in the grass

sounding like footsteps and awakening me from my sunny slumber

or the occasionally blue jay or cardinal sighting

(and I was overjoyed to see a woodpecker, a real, live woodpecker!!!)

I couldn't hear the hum of car engines or the rumble of subways on old tracks

but I could hear geese overhead and the occasional bee buzzing (quite frightening)

some good ol Vitamin D and combo of UVA UVB made me feel like

I took a short trip to Miami

Spring, you have done a great thing for me and my tan

I am sincerely grateful.

This is What I Live For

This fateful Friday I finally got to leave Poughkeepsie

and it felt so good

midterms week was so oppressive

all I did was sit in various library cubicles

staring at the walls 

and listening to Robin Thicke to get me by

while my roommate overdosed on caffeine 

literally, she said her teeth were buzzing

which worries me a bit

but enough with that 

because Vassar seems like just a distant memory 

still covered in snow 

so for now I'll just pretend that I'll be in the city forever

not for just 2 more weeks

it's actually spring here

and I'm storing the snow boots

and my winter jacket away

hello leather jacket, 

sweet thing, how I've missed you

I traded in the library cubicle 

for the park benches at Tompkin's

watching pups in the dog run (and sane squirrels)

I saw the cutest bulldog

a chubby, scrumptious little thing

that looked like a roll of sugar cookie dough

pups help past the time when you're waiting 2 hours

to get a coveted seat in 

the Clinton Street Baking Company

for the best blueberry pancakes ever (more on that later)

so the wait was productive,

I finally got to take in my neighborhood(s)

while the sun was shining

perfect weather for an iced coffee

and a long walk

so here are some pictures I took

because one of the best things about the city 

is the street art, the graffiti, the murals

this is one of my favorite ever

an amalgamation of everything about the city that I love

the Lower East Side is the most beautiful place in the entire world

no matter what anyone says 

I'm a sucker for any tag in pink 

so long drab brick buildings of Vassar

I get so sick of staring out my window onto the quad

where everything looks the same

where nothing is colorful

where the extent of history isn't just some 

tall tales about Jane Fonda 

I just wish I could stay here forever

where there's a bodega on every corner

and a photo op on every block

and I don't have to wait for a shuttle to go to the supermarket

where the extent of my walk isn't to 

English class

where there are pigeons and buses

and different types of people (this is probably the most refreshing thing about being back)

for the next two weeks 

me and my leather jacket

are going to take on the world 

(because the Lower East Side is definitely the center of the world).

Wishing for Spring

Today when I woke up

it was 10 degrees, 

10 sad, sad degrees

so I was forced to wear my boyfriend's itchy gray cardigan

I shouldn't complain

since I quite like it,

minus the prickly feeling it gives me on my tummy,

but the quad looked like the tundra today 

and my hat flattens my bangs down

so they jut out 

over my eyes;

I just found an eyelash on my keyboard

a real eyelash, surprisingly not covered in any mascara

I never wish on the mascara covered ones

they just don't seem pure enough to be lucky

to have that wish granting power, you know?

anyhow, this eyelash that I just blew off the tip of my finger 

made me feel a bit better about the weather

if it was a realistic wish, I would have wished for spring

for spring to come right now

so I could wake up, look out my window at the bright green grass

and whip out those open toe shoes once again

for they have been collecting dust in their boxes

I can't wait for spring to finally arrive

so I can eat strawberries

in every way, because I realized that I truly take them for granted

seeing as I haven't had them in months

I'll eat them covered in chocolate and cake icing,

sliced up in my Honey Bunches of Oats in the morning

in their natural state still dewy from being washed as I do my Sociology readings

chopped up in a fruit medley

the possibilities are endless

fruit salad sounds so nice to me right now

just the way my mom used to make it when I was young

sliced apples, crisp

bright green kiwi rounds and sweet pear bit hiding behind juicy orange slices

I'd like to fix myself a bowl of fruit salad

and sit out in the grass and attempt to read

I'd probably spend most of my time brushing the ants off my legs

nevertheless I'd be happy

if spring would just come a bit quicker.