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.

Classics on a Gloomy Day

I'm sick,

like wake up at 3:14 am and walk to the bathroom to blow my nose

and get a drink of water because my throat hurts so much sick

like sleep with a roll of toilet paper and Vicks under my pillow

because I've lost all normal function in my nose sick,

it's not a pretty sight when coupled with the downpour

that has plagued Poughkeepsie for the last two days

but I've found joy in other things today

the Classics,

well, at least the classics as I know them

which obviously involve food and nostalgia

since that is essentially what I'm made of

today I had cornflakes for breakfast

good ol cornflakes, which I sliced a banana into

and it made my morning just a bit better

that and the fact that my sociology professor

played the "smooth mellow beats" of LL Cool J

while bopping along to the beat in class today and doing an

almost fist pump

it was a beautiful sight

anyhow, the cornflakes were so great because they are a classic

it was definitely the first cereal I ever had

ask any Hispanic about cornflakes,

and they'll share that intimate connection that I have

"ahhh yes" they will say "con-flay"

just the way my grandma would say

just the way their grandma would have said it

"con-flay", and from then on all cereal comes to be known as "con-flay"

Cocoa Pebbles?:"con-flay", Lucky Charms?: "con-flay",

Raisin Bran?:"con-flay"

don't get me wrong, I love Cocoa Pebbles as much as the next person,

probably more (since I'm obsessed with cereal)

but Corn Flakes reigns supreme, like the rooster says "original and best"

yummmmers

with two big spoons of sugar and small banana slices,

what great texture

I've moved on to bigger and better things

like 3 packets of Splenda in my cereal instead of real sugar

(also obsessed with Splenda, I consume about 6 packets a day)

but the Corn Flakes have stayed true to me, yummy, satisfying and classic

like Strawberry Shortcake ice cream pops

I was totally craving one today

the mix of those little crumbs, and the chemical pink ice cream enveloped by the vanilla

on the inside simply makes me smile like a little girl again

sadly, Vassar does not keep its ice cream machine well stocked (boo)

and I had to settle for what I thought was a classic ice cream pop

like this ^, with that hard chocolate shell and soft vanilla inside

that just reminds me of Astoria Park, rolling down hills, and climbing trees by the East River

but the ice cream machine failed me once more!

false advertising, I got a fudge pop instead,

no smooth chocolate shell, no mushy vanilla ice cream inside

I was defeated, eating it on my way back to my dorm

grumpily reflecting on the lack of vanilla in my life

when, alas! I found that the sad little fudge pop had a vanilla center!

and at that point I felt simply triumphant

I miss Flinstone push up pops

they were orange and purple, and simply delish

ah to return to the 90s

when the freezer was always stocked with various freeze pops and treats,

frozen pizzas and TV dinners with the brownie on the side

now all I have in my freezer is a frozen burrito and 3 dumplings, sad

it was always so hard to push that thin plastic handle up when it was still freshly open

it took patience, but was so worth it

then the orange would melt down the cardboard sides of the pop

and create sticky hands,

that reminds me of summer

sticky hands always made it easier to show off on the monkey bars

Push pops, jump ropes, jungle gyms, Razor scooters and climbing rocks

sounds so good right now in this late March chill

when all I can think about is declaring a major, and planning out the next four years of my life

with this background noise about Russian Futurism and Post-Futurism

all I know is that I'm living post-90s and I'm not liking it one bit.