Spring Break So Far:

Day 1: Molly and I took a trip to visit friends in Santa Clara… let’s just sum it up by saying 8 hours, 7 girls, 6 bottles of wine, 2 homemade pizzas and enough dark chocolate (which means a lot).  The next morning was a stunning day (see picture), and every girl was very happy about the night before.  It seems we all needed a good solid night of girl talk and good friends.

Day 2: Santa Clara farmers market, bought an orchid for $5 (unbelieveable!) attempted to tan with molly (pathetic attempt, I think she would agree) and then I threw a party for my Japanese class.  My dad brought fresh fish, Japanese beer and 5 of his Japan Airlines students to converse with my Japanese class… unfortunately only 1 of my classmates showed up.  My professor came tho, and molly was there.  I can’t say it was a failure and I can’t say a success.  On one hand, my apartment still smells slightly of fish (I can’t seem to make it go away!) and on the other hand… well, I attempted something no one has ever attempted before.

Day 3: Sunday with the Baldry Family, my favorite family (besides my own of course).  It was refreshing to spend time with them, even though I was tired.  They really are family to me, and they think of me the same way, like a 3rd daughter.  It completes a part of me to be loved unconditionally by such a loving family, and a family other than my own.  They have taught me things like the power of love in accomplishing your dreams, and the importance of family.  It doesn’t matter what you have or don’t have, so long as you have happiness and you have each other.

That evening I took a nap, woke up and drank a beer and the guy I’m dating came to visit me.  I wish I could refer to him by name but that would be creepy I think.  He had a beer and we talked and then ran for the bus to see the movie A Single Man, which was beautiful and thought provoking albeit sad.  I can’t say I internalized the emotion of the movie as much as I normally might have because I was a bit distracted by the cute guy I was sitting next to, but I know it’s quite easily a tear jerker.

Can I just say, I absolutely adore this person I’m dating. ADORE, I TELL YOU!

Day 4: Slept in, went to the Marina, Dad met up with me and we went to lunch (my favorite deli, Molinari 4 life) and I came back to Sonoma with him to continue my spring break.  I brought all my laundry and took it over to my mom’s house to do.  While I was running these laundry loads I made it my personal mission to take a scorching hot bubble bath and eat a slice of the chocolate cake I found in her house.  So I boiled pots of water and added them to the almost full, not quite hot enough tub, and relaxed for a good hour.  Lit some candles, drank some tea, listened to some classical piano, AMAZING.  Then I folded laundry and watched the Colbert Report and here I am, hangin’ out with the cat.

Tomorrow is day 5, will report later in the week! XO


Fried Eggs and Sexuality Ethics

I woke up at 4:30 am today and couldn’t fall back asleep.  There comes a point in the morning, while you’re laying there fantasizing about how tired you’re going to be later, when you commit to being awake.  Today that time was 5:40.  So I got up, took a shower and then I took a bubble bath.  And I took my sweet time getting ready before I fried myself an egg ala Michelle, who taught me a new way to cook eggs.  I think it’s actually the traditional way to cook eggs, only using olive oil, except for I think I was taught to cook eggs the wrong way.  Eggs were the first thing my sister learned to cook and I swear, not a middle school day went by where Ash didn’t cook up some eggs in some form or another.  I always thought she cooked them on too high of a heat, or… maybe that was me.

The way you “feel” like having your eggs cooked on any particular day could be like a little astrological reading all its own.  Did you know, I can’t eat scrambled eggs without fresh salsa?  Tapatio maaaybe.  But seriously, I’ve been that way since I was a little girl.  Scrambled eggs no salsa, no can do.

I have an hour until class starts and I’m starting to feel like I need a nap.  4 hours won’t cut it, obviously.

I need a favor from my lovely readers.  For my Sexuality and Gender Ethics class I need to gather some opinions on a few pretty personal questions.  He told us to ask someone we’re sleeping with, or the people we’re sleeping with, and that was one of those moments where I said, “wow this is college.”  Anyway, since my pillows didn’t answer the questions sufficiently, I’m going to ask of your the least intimate questions, I would be appreciative if you would answer one of these to the best of your ability:

  • What does sex make possible for us as persons?
  • What values do you associate with sex/sexuality?  How do these values  fit with your other values?
  • How does the pleasure of others or the virtue of other limit your own personal interests in sexual relationships?
  • What do you strive for in life?  How does sex and sexuality fit with these strivings?

I’m going to try to disable comments from being public, but if I can’t and you don’t feel comfortable answering via blog comment plz email me at:

I’m appreciative!!  Xoxo

(Mom Grandma and Dad  please don’t respond.  TMI, You understand.)


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Weekend pictures! These are all I have, which is probably a good thing.  This is the last week before Spring Break, I can’t wait for Thursday.  Thursday means I’m over the worst of the week, it means the school newspaper has been printed, and it means I might hear back from the doctor about some important tests that are pending.  Wish me luck.


I got my test results back today and they’re clear of cancer and I’m going to be just fine.  So relieved.


I Need A Tan And A Majority Vote

Hello everyone!  I have wonderful news, I am going to be published in this weeks school newspaper, wow I’m so excited I could dance.  Here’s the piece I wrote:

I can’t be the only one who feels startled at the abrupt arrival of March.  Perhaps it shouldn’t come as a surprise when the high point of February was a giant pillow fight. The short month seemed to go downhill from there, concluding with yet another devastating earthquake and the Bipartisan Health Care Reform Summit in Washington DC.  Thankfully, March is here. Aside from bringing a much-needed Spring Break, March is also the one year mark of Obama’s push for health care reform.  A full year has passed since our representatives and senators began the debate for reform, and I can’t help but wonder: how far have we really come?

The “bipartisan” summit clearly defined the difference between Republicans and Democrats regarding health care reform.  You didn’t need to watch all seven hours of the discussion to recognize the dichotomy:  Republicans want to scrap the whole reform plan and start from the beginning, while Democrats want to move forward, with or without a public option.

Wouldn’t it be great if we could start from the beginning?  If I could, I would rewind to the 1920’s and prevent private insurers from gaining arbitrary power over the health of a nation.  Nearly a century later, America doesn’t have a health care system–we have a health care market. This market has a rope around the neck of America.  “The Institute of Medicine, using older studies, estimated that one American dies every 30 minutes from lack of health insurance,” said David Himmelstein, a Harvard medical professor who co-authored a recent study. “Even this grim figure is an underestimate — now one dies every 12 minutes.”  Because of their denial of coverage and unaffordable rates, American lives are being lost and insurance companies have the blood on their hands. Regrettably, and unethical as it is, these corporations are so deeply entrenched in American politics that overhauling the system isn’t realistic.

Just two weeks ago Anthem Blue Cross announced a 40% increase for California insurance holders, forcing many Californians out of insurance coverage.  On Tuesday, President Obama received ambiguous answers when he asked the nations top insurance executives the reason for these dramatic premium increases.  In a well-intended emotional appeal, he read them a letter from a fifty-year-old woman whose premiums have risen 65% in the past two years.  Unfortunately, conversation will not improve the insurance industry.  Action needs to be taken.
On the other hand, moving forward on health care reform without a public option is hardly a step in the right direction.  Without a public option, “reform” only means adjusting the current business practice of private insurers.  Without a public option, “reform” is a mere suggestion and will do about as much good as asking insurance CEOs to feel sympathy.  Be that as it may, this is an emergency.
While Haiti and Chile suffer enormous losses after devastating earthquakes, America is in the midst of a very unnatural disaster.  46 million people live without health care in the wealthiest nation in the world.  March 2010 needs to be more than just a one-year anniversary of a discussion about healthcare reform. Talk is cheap, and it is imperative that the filibuster end and Congress vote. Indecision is costing American lives. By this time next month, I hope to have a Spring Break suntan and a majority vote from Congress.


Retro is The Rose That Blossoms

My roommates and I are all in the living room studying and for some reason we started listening to Christmas music.  I have to say, it really cheers things up in this little apartment, and it makes drinking tea and the fact that we’re cold seem more appropriate.  And it justifies the Christmas lights in our living room.  Josh Groban, on the other hand, can go.

I look very retro today, haven’t felt as “pretty” before.  I wore a pink silk blouse, skinny jeans, flats, a cardigan, I pulled my wavy hair back and wore a flower in it.  As I was walking to California Street I imagined that I was in the 1960’s and I was happy.

Happy March everyone!  It’s my birthday month, I can’t wait to turn 21.  Wish I were able to spend my birthday with my sister.

And now, a love poem:

The Rose in the Deeps of His Heart
by William Butler Yeats

All things uncomely and broken,
all things worn-out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway,
the creak of a lumbering cart,

The heavy steps of a ploughman,
splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose
in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things
is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew
and sit on a green knoll apart,

With the earth and the sky and the water,
remade, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms
a rose in the deeps of my heart.


I Think I Have A Slight Lazy Eye

I want to see this movie sooo badly!! I had to post this trailer before I began my post because I need a jumping off point.  Tooooo much has happened!  This past weekend was wild.  It was so wild it makes me feel guilty that I’m not even 21 yet.  Here are a few pictures:

I might get in trouble for these pictures–my Dad doesn’t seem to appreciate when I use little discretion.  Luckily I spent the vast majority of Sunday in the library studying.

Life is pretty good, times are stressful, but that’s why we have iPhone apps that help us unwind, right?  I’m telling you, this new application I have on my phone is the voice of this Scottish hypnotist. He puts me to sleep,  It’s AMAZING!  You’re supposed to use it once a day for a minimum of 3 weeks, but it is meant to help your overall stress levels and I have to say this doesn’t seem to be a joke.

Last night this guy I’m seeing took me out to dinner as he was driving though SF on his way back from Tahoe.  It was spontaneous and I was exhausted so I felt really relaxed, I guess you could say.  But it was the most well-spent hour I’ve had all week.  Almost dream state, eating a meal with someone you care about but are just getting to know has an amount of pleasure to it that you don’t realize in the moment.  I had a salad, so of course there where a few awkward bites, but other than that, I felt lifted.

I miss sunshine, and I can’t wait for Spring Break.  I’m going to spend it with friends on vacation in Sonoma, swimming, hot tubbing, riding bikes, wine tasting… it will be wonderful.