Pinkberry, Pinkberry, Pinkberry, Pinkbeeeerry

Despite the grating, irreverent theme song that gushes out of the Pinkberry website like a bad case of diarrhea, I still must profess my undying love for this magically delicious concoction. As a card-carrying member of the "I only eat foods that maximize calorie straining technology" (sugarfree, fat free, taste free, etc.) posse, Pinkberry was like an overpriced dream come true. Mmmmm yummy. Soon I will make a real entry instead of this purposeless food porn. But first, I must watch the quality CW programming that is The Search For the Next Pussycat Doll.

DAY 1: raspberries, almonds, mango:




DAY 2: kiwi, almonds, blueberries:




DAY 3: blackberries, almonds, kiwi:



(wow can you tell that I might have a weakness for ALMONDS ALMONDS ALMONDS?)

The Life of a Rich Man's Wife

Since last semester's anticlimactic end, many people have asked me what exactly is it that I do everyday aside from writing that deadly behemoth of an honors essay.

"Isn't it boring??"
"Don't you miss school?"

And perhaps it is a sign of my flailing youth or my intrinsic geriatric inclinations, but I actually quite enjoy my life of leisure and often fear if I can ever get back into book-learning-mode. Or interacting-with-people-without-being-supremely-irritated mode. Har. But back to point. Here is what I do everyday:

• blog writing
  
• blog reading
• exercising
  
• food making (and food eating)
  
• netflixing
• reading books with no pictures
• taking pictures of not-myself
• restaurant sampling
• LSD-reading (bad, bad habit)
• loehmann's + loehmann's-esque places (since I now hate going to the middle school zoo that is Valley Fair or the continuous AzN party that is Santana Row)
• movie watching
• trying v. v. hard to resist caffeine
• wine sampling
• occaisional tourist-y things
• trying new music via ruckus
  

Just one of those days...

It was warm but refreshingly breezy. Just one of those hopeful, pleasant days where everyone is in their kicky urban summer wear, sipping macchiatos with the sun in their eyes. Without explanation, the power went out for an entire block, liberating a storeful of Coffee Bean employees towards an afternoon of irresponsibility as well as a storeful of chocolate samples towards my eager embrace (they would have melted anyway!). And as I strolled about, overcaffeinated (Starbucks) and overdosed on dark-chocolate-with-caramel, I felt surprisingly great because I love this city, I love this state, and I never knew how good I had it until I left. So it's decision time again four years later, and though I know in the future I will want to bitchslap myself for saying this, I hope I make the right one for me.