Stuck in Postmodernity.

Ok, so I'm fed up

I'm fed up with literally not having the minutes in the day to blog

I'm fed up with having to plan out every single hour of my day

today's agenda?

4-6pmSociology paper about brands and postmodernity

6-9pm library time & psychology study guide

9-10pm pilates (a possibly futile attempt at relaxation)

10-11pm more soc

11-1am more psych studying

there isn't even time for dinner in that mess

maybe I'll have cornflakes in a cup

cups of cereal, I've just discovered,

are ten times better than bowls of cereal

speaking of cereal,

and other sources of happiness...such as consumerism

I know it's bad

I'm writing a paper about how postmodern and amoral brands are

but I just cannot help but love the best brand of them all:

Coldstone

when I was home, I trekked all the way to the brand mecca:

Times Square

to visit the 4 story abyss (Forever 21)

and the enormous happy-making factory (Coldstone)

I didn't just like it, or love it,

I got an Ours

for the "coolness impaired"

(thats what Coldstone calls those who don't get their sizing)

thats a whole quart....

of birthday cake remix love

and yes...I took pictures with my Coldstone shopping bag

on Times Square and in the Subway

yes, I was that elated

although I may have looked like a loopy ecstatic tourist,

should I have cared?

tourists are naive and happy

(which might be the perfect state of existence)

should I care that Coldstone fills my postmodern void?

apparently taking the place of relationships, morals and piety

(as the good ol' sociologist Lyotard taught me?)

nope,

I stashed my leftover ice cream behind a pile of frozen peaches

to elude any predators (ie. my brother)

and ate it over a few days while I watched Everybody Loves Raymond

ahh how postmodern: vicariously living through sitcoms,

and eating a branded, romanticized commodity

obviously, I've become delusional

unable to separate social theory readings and reality

either which way, that was the life,

now alls I have are 6 stale ice cream sandwiches

I stole from the dining hall

and a few more pages of my paper to write.

Tastes of Home

I'm craving maduros

and if anyone doesn't know

maduros are the life source of any Latino household

they are what people secretly love, more than rice and beans

more than Adobo, Sazon, and cans upon cans of Goya beans and salchichas

If any of these things are foreign to you, please go to the closest

Latin restaurant and enlighten yourself

what makes me sad is that,

when I google 'maduros', I get a lot of porn....

if anyone walks by me in the library and happens to look at my computer

they are going to think I'm being dirty while reading my

extremely boring book entitled Higher Education and the Color Line

I love eggs, but I feel so oppressed when I desperately wait

for there to be omelets all day so I could finally have a meal

I'm going to drag myself to Stop & Shop

to buy some platanos and canola oil, and get to frying up maduros in the kitchen

just like my momma would do,

maybe I'll even play some salsa

and wear a tiny nightgown

so I could be just like her.

In other news, the wonderful freshman baker just brought me a blondie,

with M&Ms in it, right to my desk at the library

Angels in the Library [Fresh(man) Baked Goods]

I love life right now

a little while ago

I was attempting to understand synesthsia and phantom limbs

whilst tackling a statistics assignment in Excel

when I got a frantic phone call at the library desk

it was a poor girl and she said "is there anyone there that can help me with Excel?"

she's probably an English major, or better yet, a Religion major

with no concept of what math is anymore

taking intro Econ

puts a smile on my face to know

I'm not in this boat alone

the next great thing that happened?

I found a book called

The Bagel:The Surprising History of a Modest Bread

which got my foodie senses tingling

and made me miss Astoria, home of the best, fattest bagels

just when I started feeling a growl rising in my stomach

a freshman from my dorm came over to the library, like a savior

and brought me a perfect square of apple crumble,

this isn't your run of the mill freshman

this is a supreme lady baker freshman angel

(she's out of this world cute: think neon pink berets and scuba masks)

who concocts delicious baked goods every single day

I hear a quiet knock on my door every night at around 8,

at peak study time, while I'm jamming to some JLO,

and she's there with a new treat

so far I've had to die for walnut banana bread

(I'm such a sucker for walnuts)

strawberry cupcakes,

oatmeal, chocolate chip peanut butter cookies

(the chocolate was gooey just like on TV)

and apple walnut bread,

the food gods sent her to live in my dorm

to help me combat the blues I get from

not being able to watch the Food Network

The library is poorly lit

(which is why I can't sit at my desk without getting sleepy crossed eyes)

so the crumble doesn't read in a photo as the shining beacon it truly was

but it saved me.

23 minutes.

Ok,

I'll address the obvious: it has been a while

but if you calculate all of the hours in the week I spend

attempting to learn everything about Islam,

dreaming of Marx,

trying to figure out the exact difference between a Baptist and a Methodist,

contemplating my life's goal

(to be an elementary school teacher and then a lady baker)

and waiting on line for my egg white omelet twice a day

(complete with tomatoes, onions, and American cheese)

I have approximately

23 minutes of spare time

and now that 23 minutes belongs to Sleeping Venus

I also promise more posts, because I miss my roommate

she'll be Tanzania bound in a few weeks

and while she worries about covering up her bodacious body

as to not start any riots, getting malaria, and finding herself

I'll be across the ocean

and my biggest problem is probably trying to figure out

which religion is right for me (it's really been a problem),

and how I'm going to manage to get on the packed shuttle to the mall

every Saturday

thus, I have remind her that life has its menial ups and downs

my favorite up: learning that Oreos and soy milk

are the absolute best study snack

Fun fact: Oreos float

Chips Ahoy may sink to the bottom of your cup

to become a delightful mushy mess,

but Oreos just chill

and wait for you to finish up that last sentence of your essay

so you could enjoy 'em

I need some Oreos right about now

I just had to breakout the graphing calculator for my psych assignment,

you know the Texas Instruments TI-83

that most of us attending liberal arts colleges

haven't touched in a hot minute

mine is covered in Hello Kitty and My Little Pony stickers,

it makes me wish I was still 15.

Back to School (sans blues)

Back at Vassar

I started my day out with donuts, blueberry, tres leches, square jelly

I should have figured today was going to be great

any day that starts out with a right-angled pastry

is guaranteed to be epic

I've discovered a guy who has a pet peacock named Kevin

another girl who is thinking of joining a circus troupe after graduation

another girl who had a bag full of fresh organic tomatoes,

right from her garden

and I had a whole, juicy, yellow tomato as a late night snack

I've got my subway map hanging above my desk

my last meal was pad thai with mock duck

I just dropped nearly 400 bucks on books

it smells like summer: fresh cut grass

my bed is two and a half feet above the ground,

I feel like a queen

I'm not gonna lie,

it feels good to be back.

Countdown: (Chinatown Gems)

5 days

I'm even starting to get that warm fuzzy feeling

about Chinatown when I think about PK

or maybe I'm getting that feeling because I discovered

some great food spotsI've been ignoring for all these years

Lucky King Bakery, and Quickly, both on Grand Street

I'm sure its no secret that I'm a slave to pastries

I'm especially weak for cutesy anything,

mostly cupcakes with hot pink frosting

and anything covered in glitter

Lucky King Bakery gave me all that, think mini sponge cakes

encrusted with rainbow sprinkles and decorated like adorable mice

or pink and seafoam layer sponge cakes topped

with a sexy strawberry and white chocolate twirls

I'm not gonna lie, I was never the type of little girl

that would set up her stuffed animals, around a table

and pretend to have tea

but with these mini-delights I might,

yes at the old age of 19, start doing that

I could see it now,

me, my ducky, my hippo, my pink poodle, and my pony

enjoying these Technicolor treats, it would be magical

when I was younger I remember taking the F train to East Broadway

and without fail my mom would stop at a Chinese bakery and

buy me a delicate, fluffy sponge cake

after all these years, they are still my favorite

perfect simplicity

have I mentioned that all these inventively adorable pastries are under $1.50 each?

the pink white chocolate strawberry treat is only 80 cents

some girls love handbags, I love bargains....and cake

Quickly, on the other hand, not only delivers

exotic and delicious bubble teas, and slushes

but also happens to be one of the best places to experience Shabu Shabu

What is Shabu Shabu? That's exactly what I wondered

when my boyfriend suggest we go after watching some Cooking Channel show

on the Japanese food craze

its basically a cook-your-own-food bonanza

all the tables are set up with heating devices and you get a pot with water

inserted into your table, as well as a tower of different raw vegetables, noodles (and meats)

the water boils and you drop in your assortment

as well as any seasonings and condiments, like garlic, chives, and soy sauce

to make your own broth, and veggie combinations

its DIY dinner, and its super fun

I, being a novice, made quite the mess

there were noodles, and hot water spread all over the table

not to mention that I was eating my noodles with a ladle,

instead of chopsticks, what a Westerner

it beats the stir-fry station at school by a million.

I'll miss you Chinatown

you're the only place where a naked little girl

can sell "ice crean" and get away with it.

She's my hero.

Countdown: (Hope & Jim Joe, Snapshots of Home)

7 days until Vassar

I managed to pack only 20-something pairs of shoes

I call that skills, and restraint

besides missing all the shoes I'm leaving behind,

I'm going to miss Jim Joe, his wisdom

and his knack for always having the perfect message for me

wherever I go, he's like that best friend that gives the greatest advice,

he always reminds me to keep on truckin',

even on the most unbearable days

Beau also keeps me smilin',

I always have my camera

just in case one of my favorite men pay me a visit

IloveyouJimJoe

Inspirational messages might be at their best in Willyb

At Vassar I get all of my hope and inspiration from

the ladies at the Deec (my surrogate moms)

or whoever is making omelets,

I can't complain, I miss those egg white dreams.