Okay, okay. Yes. Juno, yes. East Coast friends - my sincerest apologies. But this post is nothing if not "West Coast Best Coast" propaganda at its purest. It's a testament to 75 degree winters, to sunshine and rainbows and unicorns and cakes baked out of smiles.
A couple of weekends ago, I headed on over to Half Moon Bay on a mini-adventure with some of the friends I studied abroad in Oxford with. I love this batch of people. I think in some way, you're drawn towards creating new adventures with those whom you've already experienced some pretty stellar memories. This day was filled with "remember whens" - but surely, on our next outing, those "remember whens" will be about wandering down Main Street to pick up AMAZING sandwiches from San Benito's, hot cocoas from the corner market, Quinn up and chasing seagulls away from our food, road rage, road karma, naps and walks under the sun, and texting tempting Kinder Bueno photos to our friends who couldn't make it. HA HA LOOK, EUROPEAN CHOCOLATE SUCKAS.
Before heading home, we made a pitstop at Bare Bowls, the new acai bowl place on University Avenue, mason jars and muesli and wheatgrass and casual checkers and all. Borrowing from my friend Chandler Bing, could this post BE any more Californian?!
Okay, I'm outtie. But East Coasters - you have Shake Shack and for that, you win forever and always.
In honor of my impending Abnormal Psychology midterm on Tuesday (which I'm naturally not procrastinating studying for) (at all) (not in the least bit), I decided to share with you the self-diagnosis of a relevant disorder that is absolutely, 100% not made up.
–College Kid Syndrome–
Clinical Definition – when a college student is thrown into the real world, and is consequently utterly bewildered, amused, and confused by productivity, order, and "normal people things."
DSM-V Diagnostic Criteria
A. The feeling of being on top of the world because nails are painted, eyebrows are threaded, hair is brushed, clothes are of the non-sweats variety (mostly), and makeup is applied. Individual wonders, is this what feeling put together and presentable is like? I'm... not a mess! Individual swears up and down that never again will an eyebrow hair be astray or a foot unmassaged.
B. Being absolutely flabbergasted in a restaurant when allowed to a) order a drink that's not water, b) order appetizers that don't come free with an entree, c) order anything just for the heck of it, d) entertain the idea of ordering dessert.
C. In fact, being completely in denial (but like, the good kind of denial) when eating anything other than Cup O' Noodles and Easy Mac.
D. Partake in escapism involving avoiding the onslaught of midterm season and decompressing (hiding) at a sister's apartment. A sister's apartment with a bathroom cabinet that has an unlimited amount of Biore nose strips and Crest whitening strips and cleansing oils and yogurt face masks.
E. Having an unhealthy obsession with personal hygiene once out of an "every other day at most" mentality when it comes to showering. This is what I've been missing out on?! This is GREAT!!!
F. Being delusional enough to think that "just one cat photo" won't end up being "all but one photo on the Camera Roll = cats cats cats."
G. Scary level of caffeine in the bloodstream at all times.
Grandpa.
22 January 2015Questions I Have For Bloggers
20 January 2015
This guy up here only put up with me for all of two minutes, and they were for my official senior photos. I have to maybe pay him two hundred big buckaroos for a couple of awkward, cheesy smiles frozen in time. Stellar.
Do all of you have glossy white desks, on which you photograph cool statement necklaces and still-steaming coffee, and artsy, indestructible planners? Where do you find so many cool statement necklaces?
(I also ate half that croissant breakfast sandwich.) (And half an unpictured cronut.) (And then took a three hour nap. WHY DO I FIND IT OKAY TO ADMIT THESE THINGS ON THE INTERNET.)
When do you find the time to listen to podcasts? Do you really go about your days in Rockstuds and Choo's? But, like, then why are your feet forever perfectly pedicured and un-blistered? Will you teach me your ways?
Last question.
How does your blog not completely revolve around food? I think I need an intervention judging by the contents of this post. Anyone wanna recommend a hobby? That's not too physically taxing or mentally draining?
Happy Tuesday, errrr'yone!
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14 January 2015If My BFF And I Hosted The Golden Globes...
12 January 2015
1 // We would have Skype'd in from our beds because, well, the Golden Globes is kind of in the middle of our scheduled naptime.
2 // We would have taped the winners' envelopes under their seats, and envelopes with hella nice gift cards under everyone else's seats {I'm talkin' Taco Bell and Target} so that we could have pulled an Oprah. YOU are a winner, and YOU are a winner, and YOU are a winner too!
3 // Because then the actual awards show portion would have lasted about ten seconds maximum, and we could have pulled a switch so that confetti and chocolate Golden Globes and champagne and carbs would pour from the ceiling.
4 // Therefore, we would have moved on to the after (pajama) party!! Everyone would have had to line up single-file to Couture Check and trade in their Valentino's and Marchesa's for footsie pajamas and Snuggies. Oh, and an In-N-Out truck would have pulled up and everyone would have gone coo-coo for Double-Double's.
5 // And of course, we would have milked this gig for a lifetime. Everything we do will be preceded by a, "...from Golden Globes co-hosts and world-renowned BFFs..." Eighty years old and at the starting mark of our nursing home's annual wheelchair races:
"...and here we have our 2015 Golden Globes co-hosts and world-renowned BFFs!"
Just y'all wait.
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