hello stranger,
been awhile.
tohu va vohu
and four years later…
“wow. jackie f’in ho. who would’ve thought? i definitely thought you had a vera wang internship and worried about getting your hands on the latest louis bag. it’s a pleasant surprise. you hate me now, don’t you? this is why i hate girls like you.”
definitely provided a good laughter nightcap.
great buy 99cents
arizona green tea with ginseng and honey. so good.
why is it so good?!
because there are 51grams of sugar in one can. oh lawdy.
to do list…
1. read: lolita, a tree grows in brooklyn, waiter rant, the time traveler’s wife, fight club
2. find the graffiti park
3. buy food from rutgers gardens
4. exercise…regularly…at least once…a week…?
5. picnic in central park
6. beach at night
7. buffalo exchange my clothes
8. sell college books to make some monays
9. cali?
10. IJM?
11. make a real decision about my future?
12. eat at a restaurant alone. this one probably won’t happen but i’ve always wondered about it.
13. sleep before 3am
14. paint
15. yankees
16. watch: breakfast at tiffany’s, casablanca, 500 days of summer…
suggestions?
mazel tov!
more larkin adventures.
covering a week of shifts for some of the other hosts going on vacation (why aren’t i going on vacation?) has been pretty fun. exhausting but fun. the thursday before america’s birthday was really busy. so busy that i was taking customers at the counter…when i’m not even a server. this one man came in, on the phone, sat down at the counter and only moved away from the phone to order a coke and a cheeseburger. i figured i could milk it enough to get a few bucks worth of tips from him so i was nicer than i needed to be. brought out dinner rolls and butter. gave him extra napkins without him asking. he was on the phone the entire time. ate his cheeseburger and sweet potato fries, while on the phone. drank his coke, while on the phone. asked for the check, while on the phone.
comes up to me…patting down his pockets, real look of concern on his face. he lost his wallet. he rides a motorcycle. he hopes it’s at home otherwise his wallet is somewhere on rt 1. i told him it’s fine. he insisted on coming back later tonight to pay the bill, that he was a detective, flashed his badge, and that he was thoroughly embarassed. i kept telling him it was fine and he kept insisting that it wasn’t.
he left. my shift ended so i left too.
i was just told he came back and left me a $10tip on a $9bill.
woo woo!
like a bad relationship.
as usual, i was not dressed for the low temps in the morning but i knew two things, i had a free mcdonald’s iced coffee coupon and i was tired. so i drove all the way to the mcdonald’s on easton ave for iced coffee. every sip i took gave me more goosebumps but i didn’t care. it was delicious. i’m such an addict. i got to class and told myself i wouldn’t drink any more of it bc i was freezing and on the verge of the shakes. but there it sat, on the desk in front of me, taunting me. i took a sip. got more cold. took another sip. even colder. maybe it’s a lesson in disguise.
my caramel macchiatto would never abuse me like that.
i’ve been unfaithful.
i am walking in the douglass commencement and i believe in the scils convocation.
mumbo jumbo.
this was all mostly for grandma who would be flying in from cali…but she called this morning, “sorry darling, i’m flying to hong kong.”
puh.
for my parents, then.
this’ll have to be returned to and edited.
but i went to kcf tonight, on a whim and it was ridiculous.
it was a screening of crossing, a movie about north korea defectors and the overall situation in north/south korea. afterwards, psalt and LiNK shared what they’re about and i guess i had heard about both, know vaguely about the situation in north korea and what’s being done (or not being done)…but being in that room, completely absorbed by the film, sitting during the prayer session (korean prayer is always ridiculous- i know i need more adjectives in my vocab), saviour king at the end.
it put a lot of things in perspective, what “problems” i have in my life and the life that these innocent people are living not by choice every single day. some say the life i’ve been given here has nothing to do with what’s going on over there. but i’m in no way any more deserving of this life than they are of theirs.
still mulling over it.
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