Sorry, in advance.

Today is July 8th.

I am supposed to pay my comcast bill by today. I can't find it.

It is hot in all the other places I have lived. It is in the low sixties in San Francisco.
I dont know exactly why, but I woke up today, looked around my room and felt so incredibly homesick. I dont know if I miss my parents, or my sister, or if I am just really sick of my job...

What is really strange is that I have been out of college for two years now, and I still miss Kenyon almost every day. It makes me feel like a real loser to admit that, but it is true. I thought that moving here and seeing more of my college friends might quell that a bit, but it might have made it worse.
I am very happy with who I am now, and what I am doing here, but I miss the physical surroundings of Gambier so much it aches. The smell of Gund Commons, the light in the trees, the stonework, the white clapboard department houses, the stupid fucking "pealers" playing the church bells on friday.
Although I do miss all the aforementioned cheesy shit, I think I miss being at Kenyon so much because it was one of the only periods in my adult life that I felt in control of my anxiety. That might be/definitely is romanticized bullshit (I was a mess in college) but the memory of that place is calming enough for me to write a rambling blog post about my loneliness this morning.

I think should stick to posting pictures of things from Bulgaria.

CHEESE

I just made a pasta salad with Bulgarian feta I got from the Middle Eastern grocery store on Mission and it is the most delicious feta I have every tasted. I think everybody should make he transition from Greek to Bulgarian feta.

Other things from Bulgaria:

Probably not as delicious.

Wha?

Yesterday a homeless (?) man who comes into my shop and eats ice cream out of the garbage asked me if I could help him figure out how to open "these." Then he reached into his dirty sweatshirt and pulled out a big bag of fresh oysters.

San Francisco, California. Where the homeless are eating better than I am.

Ok...

I was talking about Gates in that last post, but those pancakes were fucking delicious.

Utah.

I was in Salt Lake City, Utah last week. Salt Lake is a two hour flight from San Francisco. The city sits at 4,222 feet, and is the global headquarters of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints... and those people are a hoot, let me tell you. To be fair, the city has lots of bars, art galleries, and coffee shops, and I saw as many people riding fixies there as I do on an average day in San Francisco.

Salt Lake is beautiful because there are lots of these:
Salt Lake is creepy because there are lots of these:
Ultimately I like Salt Lake city because there is one of these:


(is she talking about Gates or the pancake house?)

Ive been temporarily distracted...

by another blog.

But here is a picture of me with the word "pancake"!!!!!!!!!

wow.

My room is literally covered in clothing. I haven't done laundry in a few weeks (sexy) and because of that I stopped putting my clothes away. Tecate and minor heartache may also be factors. My room is a den of sloth. I am lying in bed watching WEEDS and drinking weak coffee. I just unwrapped my cell phone charger from around my shoe to plug in my phone. I groaned a lot while bending over to do so. I have 6 half-full water glasses on my bedside table and I think my bra is tangled in my bike helmet.

The one thing I did do today was harvest my green lettuce from the back porch.
There was a lot of it.
I clipped it all in my bathrobe, made a salad, and went back to bed.




BATCHELORETTE TONIGHT! We're roasting chicken, everybody (??) come.