Tofu, and Ed Ruscha is from Brooklyn
They didn’t have tofu at Souper Salads today. It’s absolutely maddening. I try to eat a healthy lunch because I know I’ll be eating my specialty, Pasta Deluxe, for dinner. This consists of penne and usually a tomato run of the mill sauce. It’s about all I cook these days and is representative of my inadequacy to do anything adult, or conversely, my fine ability to do everything half-assed. And it’s really weird how the meat at Souper Salads is sliced into these synthetic looking cylindrical chunks with sharp edges. It’s like a little french fry of meat. In other words, disgusting. I used to hate Souper Salads as a kid, and I now attest to it being no better than the Warren towers salad bar back in its pre-bowling alley/pre-West campusesque days. Don’t you worry though, I added bacon bits just to really top off the pure artificiality of my salad!
I loathe these next two weeks of school. I use the word “loathe” specifically in place of “despise” due to an instance occurring on the T a few weeks ago when I eavesdropped on a conversation between two young college students:
“Ugh…he said he totally, like, despises her!”
“Wait! He used the word “despise”?!”
“Yeah, totally.”
insert raucous laughter
“God, where did he even learn that word anyway?”
“Yeah…who uses “despise”?!”
“What does it even mean anyway?”
“It’s like…to dislike or something.”
“Yeah”
insert more laughter
After discovering this word is NOT within the everyman’s vocabulary, I choose here to use “loathe.” I hope we all know what it means, or may I suggest a dictionary if you’re so inclined. But anyway, to get back to my boring complaint, these next two weeks of school are the worst-you know, the two BEFORE finals. The two that anticipate the hell that will be your life and drain you so wholeheartedly that even the subsequent three weeks of break never seem to be healing enough. It’s the two weeks when each of your teachers assigns you a final essay with the assumption of this being the only essay you have. They think they’re being nice and doing you a favor my making it due now, before finals or even the study period…but alas, each of your teachers has done the same…and somehow assigned final exams as well.
Plus, it’s awfully dreary out. I just found out I probably won’t be able to stay in my apartment next year. My landlord is raising the rent from $1900 a month for 3 people to $2400 a month. It went up from $633 to $800 per person. And we lost one of the parking spaces we were renting out. It’s disconcerting because the apartment is so warmly lit and spacious. However, my room is so big it makes me feel small and being that the apt. is right next to a car dealership, it's ridiculously noisy with dumpsters being emptied and mechanics working on cars at all hours of the night. I hope the place is cursed and the next people who live there are haunted by some mechanic that was squished under a dumpster or something. It would only be fitting!
Agnes, if you read this, Maria Stabio would also be interested in looking for a place with us next year. Beacon Hill, you say? Hahaha
Ooh, I just answered a question at L,B about Ed Ruscha. My love for Art History has been renewed…Hah!
I loathe these next two weeks of school. I use the word “loathe” specifically in place of “despise” due to an instance occurring on the T a few weeks ago when I eavesdropped on a conversation between two young college students:
“Ugh…he said he totally, like, despises her!”
“Wait! He used the word “despise”?!”
“Yeah, totally.”
insert raucous laughter
“God, where did he even learn that word anyway?”
“Yeah…who uses “despise”?!”
“What does it even mean anyway?”
“It’s like…to dislike or something.”
“Yeah”
insert more laughter
After discovering this word is NOT within the everyman’s vocabulary, I choose here to use “loathe.” I hope we all know what it means, or may I suggest a dictionary if you’re so inclined. But anyway, to get back to my boring complaint, these next two weeks of school are the worst-you know, the two BEFORE finals. The two that anticipate the hell that will be your life and drain you so wholeheartedly that even the subsequent three weeks of break never seem to be healing enough. It’s the two weeks when each of your teachers assigns you a final essay with the assumption of this being the only essay you have. They think they’re being nice and doing you a favor my making it due now, before finals or even the study period…but alas, each of your teachers has done the same…and somehow assigned final exams as well.
Plus, it’s awfully dreary out. I just found out I probably won’t be able to stay in my apartment next year. My landlord is raising the rent from $1900 a month for 3 people to $2400 a month. It went up from $633 to $800 per person. And we lost one of the parking spaces we were renting out. It’s disconcerting because the apartment is so warmly lit and spacious. However, my room is so big it makes me feel small and being that the apt. is right next to a car dealership, it's ridiculously noisy with dumpsters being emptied and mechanics working on cars at all hours of the night. I hope the place is cursed and the next people who live there are haunted by some mechanic that was squished under a dumpster or something. It would only be fitting!
Agnes, if you read this, Maria Stabio would also be interested in looking for a place with us next year. Beacon Hill, you say? Hahaha
Ooh, I just answered a question at L,B about Ed Ruscha. My love for Art History has been renewed…Hah!