Mocha Cream Cake

Mmmm, delicious (again from La Patisserie).

I should be writing my essay, but reminiscing about this cake was so much more fulfilling. Four more days until I mail this drippy, self-involved packet of redundancy off to the icy hellscape, where it will be critiqued by a similarly drippy, self-involved panel of redundancy. Oh the joys of an English major. We are like the convent-sequestered virgin brides of yesteryear who have learned no real skills beyond an arsenal of rich husband-pleasing antics: stitching, literary analysis, waxing poetic on cultural theory at upscale cocktail parties, derrida/fanon/deleuze/barthes/lacan/and the rest of the snooty mafia francais.

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.

Saturdays are for eating

Cherry Sushi:





Deluxe Dragon Roll (YUMYUMYUM).


Oyako-don (rather bland and disappointing).


La Patisserie:








Banana Custard (though very pretty, it was kind of bland)


Raspberry Chocolate Cheesecake (rich, lasting, and extremely gooood).


Cafe Vienna (a lighter cake with cappuccino flavors and very very good)

An Oscar Quickie

The most lethal strain of necrotizing fashionitis:




Please explain to me the contagious creeping-vine-jewelry-accessory that seemed to have infected every starlet this Oscar season.




(and don't even get me started on the pink hair)





Though perhaps this has something to do with it:




And finally, I would just like to express my inexplicable, unquenchable adoration for Reese Witherspoon:



She looks so gooooddd! I love it all -- the bangs, the breezy presence, the frilly dress, the slight dash of edginess achieved through the dark colors + relaxed execution. Hee! I'm even willing to overlook the large manacle trying to eat her wrist.