something new

so, i don't cook. i'm pretty much the only one of my friends that doesn't know how to and/or doesn't really have an interest in it.  my long list of culinary creations include; pasta, mac n cheese, quesadillas, guacamole, broccoli, and peanut butter and jelly. so domestic, i know.

it was to my surprise this afternoon when i discovered a whole new creation. it isn't entirely healthy, but it also isn't entirely unhealty.  also, it will be easy to make on a budget next semester when i'm back at school and broke once again.

ingredients:
1 slice of toasted bread. (i recommend french or sourdough)
1/2 an avocado
spreadable butter
1 lime wedge
salt and pepper

this piece of toast that can also be turned into a sandwich may sound strange, but it's delicious. (unless you don't like avocado. in which case you're weird.) i don't think i need to write a step by step procedure of how to attain the finished product. who doesn't know how to spread stuff on toast?

no, that isn't a glass of vodka. 

the bitch is back

not blogging for six days was actually harder than you'd think. which probably makes me pathetic. long hair. don't care. i had an amazing time at villanova doing nothing while all my friends had class and drinking every single night. whoever doesn't think that's fun shouldn't associate with me. and of course, there was a fair share of drama. drunken fights, drunken eating, tears, laughs, hook ups, break ups, dance parties, vma's, hurricanes, and nights i don't remember. after all that i was really surprised, as you can imagine, when i wasn't more upset to be leaving this morning. i was bummed that bitchface irene messed up my chances of saying goodbye to most of my friends, but i wasn't entirely bummed to be getting on a plane.  my mind isn't on missing out on the fall semester in amurica anymore. it's now on packing. and getting my senora a housewarming gift. and making spanish flash cards to read on the flight.

new countdown time: 6 days eeeek!


in other news: SLOANE'S PREGGERS. BEYONCE'S PREGGERS. babies in real life. babies in fake life. babies everywhere.

THE TIME HAS COME

i don't have time to write much. i'm leaving for the airport in fifteen minutes and will finally be en route to villanova! i feel like i have been waiting for this moment forever. i think i'm really only this excited because i get to have the same social life i always have, but for the first time i don't have any responsibilities.  no class to go to, no papers to write, really nothing to do but drink and be a social butterfly. if only that could be my major. i guess communications is close enough.

SEE YA L8TER CALI.

taken

i have been dreading watching the movie taken since i decided to study abroad. i have this problem that when i watch scary shit in the media, i get paranoid. hence, my fear of walking from my car to my house late at night. my mom has been telling me since i got home in May that "i can't go to spain until i watch this movie." i guess she thought it would teach me what not to do. after putting it off all summer i decided to watch it last night, with a friend, and all the lights on.  probably not the best thing to two weeks before i leave but better late than never i guess. 

first, it didn't really teach me much.  i did learn not to share a cab with ANYONE. especially not a cute french sounding guy named peter.  but i already knew not to do the other stuff those dumb girls did.  i would have never told a complete stranger that i didn't know where i was staying, that i was staying alone, and then left the door unlocked so that twenty minutes later he can come kidnap me.  at least, i hope i wouldn't have done those things. second, the rest of the movie was slightly unrealistic. and by slightly i mean entirely. i'm sure they accurately portrayed sex trafficking and the exploitation of women. but in terms of her dad that just happened to be on the phone when they were kidnapped, and who just happened to work for the FBI, and who just happened to kick everyones ass who stood in his way, this movie was crap. that just doesn't happen. third, after she's saved by her superhero father, she is miraculously positive and normal. no one seemed to think that she should be upset that her cousin is dead  or that she should partake in extensive amounts of therapy. i wouldn't smile for years if i went through half the shit that girl did. fourth, i realized that if anything in this movie ever did happen to me, i'd be fucked. no one would know where to start looking. or that there were only 96 hours before i was lost forever. no one would find me. and i'd die. 

as expected, i slept like shit last night. tonight i will watch nothing but the oc and sleep like a baby.  

MOMA

i realized today that shouldn't have bitched so much about going to the SFMOMA, also known as, the san francisco museum of modern art. first of all, it has a good abbreviation and i like everything abbreviated. second of all, i had the opportunity to get in touch with my artistic side.  believe it or not, this bitch appreciates the finer things in life. not necessarily classical music or bottled wine, but definitely art.  of course, i ran into my high school literature teacher while i was there and she coincidentally taught my "lit and the arts" class. the fact that i chose to take that class four years ago made me remember that i used to really like art. and then it made me remember that i get to take an art history class in spain. and then i got really excited. anyway, back to my ex-teach. to say that this woman is passionate about anything that has to do with dance, music, or anything art related is a huge understatement. she made me do an interpretive dance for a project once and it represented the downfall of lady macbeth...i wish i was kidding. i also wish i was kidding when i tell you she showed it to all of her other sections.  however, i'm pretty sure her stellar college rec is the only reason i got into a good school. so, i owe her.

maybe it was seeing a blast from the past or maybe it was the incredibly detailed audio tour i was listening to, but something made me find this afternoon to be anything but a waste of time. i even managed to declare my favorite piece of matisse artwork. (try and tell me i don't sound kla$$y when i say that.)

in honor of the recent rekindling of my appreciation for the arts, i have posted a picture of the first piece of artwork i ever purchased.  i bought this in boulder, colorado my senior year from a homeless man. and i fully intend on keeping it forever.

wanna name him?

primp primp primp

of course i am participating in all of the essential back to school activities, even though i'm not really going back to school. (one week of drunken sexcapades hardly counts.) these activities include; using jergens natural glow lotion in addition to laying out whenever possible, getting a haircut, getting hands and toes done, planning outfits in advance, getting eyebrows waxed, and last but not least, trying to be a gym rat. trying would be the key word there. it's the thought that counts. all of these things may seem silly/like a waste of money, but girls, you know you're all guilty, and guys, if we didn't do half of this stuff you'd hate us for being ugly.

usually i enjoy a manicure more than i enjoy a corona, but today was just not my day.  in addition to leaving my phone at the house i babysat at this morning and having to drive all the way back to get it, i also had to deal with international issues regarding debit cards and birth control. all i want is to spend euros and not be pregnant! is that too much to ask? anyway, it was a rough morning and i didn't think my manicure could make it any worse. but of course, it did. let me just say i think it's a little weird when men are in a nail salon.  i don't know why and i'm not tryin to discriminate, it just makes me feel uncomfortable at times. naturally, a man came in while i was there and as soon as his ass hit the massage chair, he started telling his life story. all i could hear was "i've been married for 14 years and last week my wife threw me out of the house and changed all the locks blah blah blah can you believe that?" umm maybe it's because you're fat and getting a pedicure. quit your bitching. as if that wasn't annoying enough to listen to mixed in with the random vietnamese comments, he was making noises while the massage chair was going and sounded like an 8 year old talking into a fan. just another reason his wife came to her senses.

i'm fully aware that i sound like a total bitch, maybe even more than normal, but it's late, the giants lost, and i have to spend all day tomorrow at the museum. it's allowed. on the bright side, my nails look fab.

material girl

i wish money grew on trees so i could buy all of this

messenger back to be euro chic

 this entire outfit and the cool factor to pull it off 

endless supply of underwear

dream watch

any or all pairs of ray-ban aviators 

any or all pairs of lululemon pants