tales of a veg

one morning, some time ago,

i awoke.

groggy and likely muttering french verb conjugations.

(it never ends)

i stretched,

placed my feet on the floor

and had a revelation.

i need a veggie smokey.

with sauerkraut.

and onions

and mustard

and a bun.

i managed to suppress this craving

even though i thought of it everyday for months.

every day.

behold.

a photo i like to refer to as: veg woman vs veg smokey

the veg smokey.

with all of the above ingredients.

i may have gone to one too many grocery stores to find it.

but i found it.

and i devoured it.

behold!

a chair that is no longer being used as a closet.

one might assume that i actually have my life together.

one would be wrong.

but i'm trying.

you know you have been a student for too long when..

one.

you shower at night just so you can sleep in a little longer in the morning.

two.

you refuse to pay the fee and park close to the university. instead, you pay nothing and walk a couple blocks everyday.

three.

you become a teaching assistant and start to use the term "jaffy" - just another f**king first year

four.

you do not study the night before a big test. instead, you blog about student life.

five.

you openly discuss your sad little bank account due to the fact that you are a "poor student"

six.

you open your textbook. and then walk away.

seven.

you start to nod your head as the prof talks. you might be nodding to sleep, or you might be admitting to using the expression "birds of a feather" before realizing that all your classmates are too young for said expression. it is too late. you already outed.

eight.

if you remember to pack a lunch 3/5 days a week, you best celebrate.

nine.

you start to recognize familiar faces in the hall. and you share looks. looks that say "why are we still here?"

ten.

when someone asks you what scent you think of when you think of school and you reply "my rotting dreams"

comings and goings

i have been

watching french cinema

speaking broken french

spending way too long at school

snuggling a kitten

buying new-to-me skates

skating. or at least trying to.

sleeping just enough.

not drinking starbucks.

congratulating myself for not drinking starbucks

wondering when i became french movie critic

and daydreaming about cupcakes.

i wish i was

in italy

sipping café

wearing red lipstick

buying new boots

and a mustard yellow dress

some tights

speaking french fluently

and eating cupcakes.

a girl can dream, right?

this girl has to dream.

it gets her through.

then again, maybe it is just me

so i stood back.

a little awed.

a little moved.

and mostly unnerved by the vacuum forming in my stomach.

i was trying to fill it.

trying to avoid the nauseous rush

that tends to arrive with nerves.

trying to remember where we came from.

our roots.

how we got here.

if this road, was the right road.

if there was any other choice.

and, alas, there was not.

you may forget many things.

my only wish is that you will never forget that

that i look up to you.

always have.

always will.

B

because it is brilliant

and oh so relevant...


read this.

let it be known,
i frown upon diets as well.

how about some alternative new years goals?
your body deserves it!

to the year of greatness

i have not made new years resolutions.

you may peg me as a pessimist.

but you would be wrong.

i am just trying to avoid the burnout that usually accompanies my huge list of things i need to accomplish.

instead,

i have created three simple rules:

one

survive.

in approximately 3 weeks, i will be thick into french.

struggling, struggling, to defeat my vernacular

that makes me sound like belligerent spanish cow

attempting to speak french.

and, i must survive without taking up a coffee addiction.

wine and cheese are acceptable.

two.

push the limits of my yoga practice.

it will go something like this

hi foot! you are going behind my head.

hi other foot! you are now joining foot one behind my head.

be nice to each other, we will be here for five verrryyy long breaths.

three.

and, lastly, have more fun.

i will have 2.5 jobs this semester (yes, it is possible to have a half job)

and will be in desperate need of fun.

cheers to twenty twelve!

may we all love, laugh and prosper in the months to come.