• i had my first full year without any school or homework
  
• i supported myself and felt totally independent
  
• i drank a whole lot of delicious tea
  
• i cooked way too much and ate it all
  
• i became polka-dotted
  
• i got a job i love
  
• the job i love turned into my first full-time job w/benefits
  
• i learned a ton from my students
  
• i opened an IRA
  
• i got a sister

yaaay ( Read more... )

Ever since I moved to Christian Street I've been visiting the Italian Market two or more times a week. Everything is so cheap and so fresh. I just can't stay away ( Read more... )

Facts:

• verizon and earthlink are fucktards, so i'm going without (reliable) internet (at home) for the next month or two
  
• i currently work four jobs, and i'm in the slow process of dropping one
  
• the newest one is at a cafe near washington square park - freeeee food and drinks :D
  
• i am trying very hard to grow arm muscles
  
• i love my students

Thoughts:

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i am officially moving out of the Gayborhood starting April 15th.

i will be moving to a beauuuuty-ful house in the north end of South Philly (Queen Village) :D

goodbye to Gabbycakes!

For the first time ever, the following are all true:

• I have no homework
  
• I have a nearly complete set of cooking tools
  
• I have a somewhat permanent and good-sized kitchen
  
• I share that kitchen with one other responsible person
  
• I live blocks away from Reading Terminal Market

... and my food life is perfect ( Read more... )

Alicia ( Read more... )

having my own somewhat (more) permanent (than a dorm) apartment has brought out my super-creative side. the place is becoming a public art project. ( here are some of the installations so far. )

i've been pretty faithful to a dream journal that i started about a month and a half ago - most of the time when i wake up straight out of a dream, i write it down immediately. i haven't been bothering with the ones that aren't exciting or that i don't remember as vividly. so far i've got 12 dreams.( here's the second one, unedited. )

i passed *two* trash piles of old, pretty doors on two different corners of Spruce Street.

i resisted the urge to carry them all the way to work and all the way back.

maybe you know how much i love old people. if you don't - i do, a lot. it came to me the other day when i was riding the orange line north just why they're so beautiful ( Read more... )