reality

ego tripping at the gates of hell

"I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it."

 The Catcher in the Rye

i feel a static hollowness in my mind. it's either that or an inexplicable aversion towards arranging my thoughts into a comprehensible, organized language (which, by the way, i've lately found nearly impossible to do, so i end up forfeiting the attempt as a whole - it's parallel to prematurely giving up and not trying whatsoever upon sight of a stack of papers/books/work due tomorrow in class).

i've been filling this void with trivial things like cheap clothes from cheap places, poor-quality camera phone photos, pictures of instagram's past, and other excruciatingly random subjects - anything that i can write about that doesn't really involve thinking or, much less, my thoughts. thus began the era of poorly-written, poorly-formatted, and otherwise feebleminded blog posts.

i find myself dissatisfied with most aspects of my life, which i would be more concerned about if all my apprehension wasn't sucked in the domain of the immediate future (including, most predominantly, higher education).

     the things that used to comfort me
     don't comfort me
     not anymore


moments when words that emanate from regina spektor's lips are the only things in the world that make sense. how could it be.

sullen wake

last night i
dreamt of cigarettes
and the color black

summer vibes

currently playing: ten-twenty-ten, the generationals.
for the past couple of weeks, i've been nothing but busy. amid a packed work schedule (prom season = high school grads cover all the shifts!) and a couple finals, i ensured that in every free moment i'd see my favorite people.

day two of meandering about the ucla area led to a quiet discovery: westwood farmer's market!

a recently acquired favorite of thousand oaks: the natural cafe

whole wheat pita, warmed :) with hummus, carrots, and sprouts.

too good.

old town salad (the best salad i've ever eaten, camera phone quality does zero justice); feta, carrots, tomatoes, avocado, brown rice, field greens, and a lemon herb dressing. 

due to my lack of a conventional academic agenda (and, in part, because of my work schedule i suppose), i find it quite hard to believe that, for all intents and purposes, it is summertime. i've got a lot of planning to do this summer, which entails a lot of major decisions (what to do in the fall?!) that i'll have to make much too soon. regardless if i return to puget sound or not, i'm entirely glad that the fact that it's summer means that i can reunite with my old floormates and friends.

as of late

too many lovely people

the dubious connoisseur

being that it was a rather dim monday, work was a little slow.
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so began my expedition into the domain of desserts!

mini waffle cone with lemon and strawberry sorbet

mango sorbet + panna cotta = mango lassi! naturally, i immediately disclosed my handiwork to my indian pals. 

during slow shifts, we make innumerable amounts of waffle cones that make all of peppertree lane smell deeelish!

flavor of the day: tiramisu! for fun, henry often makes and beautifies mini cones and gelato, which gives an extra 'oomf' to the entire showcase.

the good thing about working at a gelato shop: seemingly limitless free gelato.
the bad thing about working at a gelato shop: seemingly limitless free gelato.

non sequiturs:
my last days of classes are rapidly approaching. it's a pretty bittersweet feeling, but i'm excited for the summer! and the black keys & arctic monkeys and just the bay area in general this weekend!