sic transit gloria.

"is that Latin?"

Monday, January 31, 2005

stayed up all night


writing an educational autobiography in light of an inequitable educational system. yay for the first all-nighter of the quarter, of the year now that i think about it. also hopefully the last. i seriously need to stop writing papers the morning they are due. if you are one of my professors/TAs who stumbled upon my blog, don't take it personally--it's just that i have a life outside of academia, albeit an extremely drab one. i just made a turkey sandwich which is not actually my breakfast, but dinner...LAST NIGHT'S DINNER! last night (this morning) we went to cacao to read. the regulars were having a conversation about a gal with whom one of the guys was trying to sleep with. apparently after some party she said,

'i found 3 dollars in my pocket!'
'great,' replies the guy.
'let's go to mcdonald's and get some fries!'




Saturday, January 29, 2005

eureka!

i have found the california burrito in los angeles. that baby seems to be indigenous to san diego, but if it that were true why wouldn't they just call it the 'san diego burrito.' tonight matt, akanksha and i hit up benito's on santa monica, and after 15 minutes of waiting in line, i saw an 8.5 by 11" printout on the cash register that said, 'try our NEW California Burrito! beef, potato, and cheddar cheese!' i wanted to cry. i thought that the only way i would get my hands on a california burrito was to drive to santana's, but those days of backward-thinking are over. los angeles, the greatest motherfucking city in the world, now has the california burrito. and now i can get it any time of the day. bless you, benito's, bless your little heart out of whose goodness comes this fine morsel of mexican food. you use regular old diced potatoes instead of french fries, and guac is extra, but i still love you.

Antoine Doinel would like the California Burrito.