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.

Countdown

Today I bought a new luggage set

in preparation for Spring Break

although its still winter, and when I get to the city there

will be about 20 inches of dirty grey snow

home is going to be so sweet

mainly because my mom bought herself a wok last week

the amazingness that it will bring does not have to be explained

two words, LO MEIN.

Things I'm Looking Forward to (In Haiku):

parmesan, piled on

long line, thick crust, cheesy bliss

Artichoke Pizza

oh sweet couch! cradle

me in your cushions, Spongebob 

reruns, pretty please

mopping the floors, and

blasting merengue, I can

see my mom dancing

grimy, rats on the tracks

better than watching squirrels

hop through Vassar grass

 

Spanish coffee, sits

in my Hello Kitty mug

  by a warm omelet 

I can see all the 

colors of the city right 

from Avenue A.

6 days more wretched days

and them I'm home free

armed with my Metrocard, and a dream.

Dear Snow,

Dear Snow/Sleet/Rain/Ice Pellets,

The strongest bond that exists in this world

besides that of a mother and her daughter, 

is that of a girl and her shoes

and I never thought that something could tear us so far apart

so here I am in Russian Lit, 

not listening to the biography of Kafka, 

because my socks are wet and I'm wearing too many sweaters

so please stop covering me with 

mutant snowflakes the size of donuts

I just want to wear a floral print dress again, 

maybe a tutu of sorts,

and booties, lots of beautiful booties, and my velvet shoes

is that too much to ask?

oh, also I would like the omelet station to be always open,

but I'm not sure you can handle that request

just please, move over, maybe to the Midwest because

I'm beginning to forget what fashion is.

This is literally how I feel.

Sadly yours,

Me