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i’m quite pleased with how the next few days are shaping up. ¬†today, i barely have any classes, and then i’m headed up to brunswick to spend some time with one of my best friends! i’m feeling an adventure in my bones.

friday renders NO CLASSES. ¬†so i’ll be able to sleep in, make some macaroons, and maybe even get some food blogging done. ¬†i’m sure i’ll also be seeing sammy blue eyes. ¬†the weekend is rather typical- working brunches, and house-sitting for once. ¬† i may even decide to tackle the task of making bagels. ¬†i’m thinking i will. ¬†also, i’ll be hardcore prepping for a very important discussion i’ll be leading on monday- wish me luck please!

i can’t wait for the warm weather to come back, so i can stick my head out of car windows and watch the world whizzing by me. ¬†the grill off will also take place when it’s sunny out, so please mister SUN, come out come out wherever you are!

tonight’s been full of nice things. ¬†a bit of capote, and a full stomach of the shoyu ramen from pai men miyake. ¬†homemade vietnamese iced coffee has definitely perked me up. ¬†a two and a half hour nap was also wonderful if you don’t mind me saying. ¬†Young the Giant has been makin’ me smile all day long too- so check em, bros.

-enfin

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ooers stuff to tell

hey guys- i just wanted to let you know that i recently created a joint blog with the cutie over at 9mm.  it documents things that we find aesthetically pleasing, ensuing times, and little anecdotes about whatever it is we find amusing at the moment.  please check out my new site and subscribe + leave comment love.

thanks,

xoxoenfin

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i’m a new soul

this winter is getting more difficult to survive for reasons out of my control. ¬†first and foremost, i absolutely despise the cold temperatures, and they always just effect me negatively because i want to find a little corner and huddle there with about a billion blankets on top of me. ¬†the second reason has to do with the cold temperatures- once february hits, it seems like the snow is gone, and instead we’re plagued with ice. ¬†i can’t tell you how much i hate ice. ¬†for one, it’s so dangerous, and also it’s just not user friendly. ¬†i always get this anxious pit in my stomach when i’m walking on ice, and i just don’t like it. ¬†but i don’t want to bore you with why i’m having a difficult time this winter, instead i’d rather tell ¬†you what i’m doing to busy myself in this lonely period of the year.

break starts friday at 2pm, thankfully. ¬†it’s not so much that i need it like i need christmas break, but instead, it’s just some time to actually go do stuff that i need to do, and that i’m genuinely excited about. ¬†first and foremost, there’s a food/fashion blogger happy hour at my place of work, and i’m very excited to meet with a few folks- kate from the blueberry files, and so on, and immediately after that, i think i’m going to spend some quality time with samuel, because i won’t see him for a good amount of time from saturday onward. ¬†then the weekend boasts a dinner with marlowe at the noodle bar, working both brunches, and driving down to bos late sunday so i can wake up early to leave the country.

don’t worry, i seriously haven’t been keeping anything too big from you guys- it’s not like i’m leaving for turkey or something crazy like that. ¬†just a friendly visit to our northern neighbor- canada. ¬†no, it’s not going to be a drinking fest, but rather a visit at two possible schools i’m looking at, and a reunion with a pretty cool friend. ¬† i’ll be in montreal for 3 days, then i’ll stay another night in boston to see two of my aunts for dinner, and also to crash so i don’t have to get home ridiculously late wednesday night. ¬†the rest of the week is really unclear, because i’m left with four days to do more than i think is possible to squeeze into 96 hours. ¬†sugarloaf, bela dear, have a jersey shore party, spend some quality time with A & samuel, work two+ shifts, oh, and sleep? maybe it’s all possible, but then again, i could just have a case of being unrealistic.

in other news, restaurant week is rapidly approaching- that’s right, it’s my favorite time of year again. ¬†i have four reservations thus far, and the list can only keep growing if you look at it from my view. ¬†first is my maiden voyage to bresca (can’t say that i’ve ever been more excited about a restaurant visit), next comes a trip to district with mere, and then a trip to vignola with nellie, and finally the eve of my SATs boasts a wonderful meal at bar lola with mr. I. ¬†i think i’ll also be visiting hugo’s on a tuesday for their half of blind tasting menu, and then of course one night i’ll go somewhere with sam, maybe local or sonny’s. so i guess you can say that i’m consciously trying to make things look on the bright side, and it’s working for the most part. ¬†primarily what kills me is the cold wind when i walk outside. ¬†that makes me forget what i have to look forward to and instead makes me spiteful. ¬†don’t worry, i’m trying to work on it though.

-enfin

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red lettre

about this time last year i compiled all of my favorite lyrics from a bunch of random songs into a letter- which i then entitled, red lettre.¬† it’s sort of a stalemate because i plan on adding more, though i know i won’t be getting to it anytime soon- especially if i haven’t gotten to it in a year.¬† i particularly like this lettre because it’s intended for many folks, and its open to interpretation.

Dear Valentine,
Sometimes I feel like I’m digging a hole, and the walls are cavin’ in behind me, so I made up my mind, don’t need to think it over, I’ll move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way where the music is played by the mad man, but let me just say, darling I love you, I loved you like the moon and stars, but I’ve got an angry heart. And it don’t take no Sherlock Holmes
To see it’s a little different around here, Everybody’s got their box doing what they’re told and we’re all buying into something we don’t want a part of, so I’m just getting tired of this scene. The other day I was taking a walk, when I saw you pass by, and when I saw you smile I cried all night until there was nothing more, my friends they just don’t understand and they’ve said its gotten out of hand, my cryin’ and all. You’re makin’ me crazy, I go out of my way everyday just hopin’ that I catch you walking down the street, but you’re just a real nowhere man, sitting in your nowhere land, making all of your nowhere plans for nobody. I wish I would have had the nerve to ask you to stay, now I spend my nights asking, “Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?” That doesn’t cut it, it keeps me guessing, and I don’t like that, but I like you, Honey Pie, this is what I want to say, “Let’s be those lovers that walk by, holdin’ hands two by two, because I’m bein’ honest as I can, I could use a little bit of company.”

My momma once told me, that there ain’t no rest for the wicked, and it got me thinkin’, if there ain’t no rest for the wicked, what about the good? You know I wish I could keep being the girl whose always avoided falling in love, but that’s not the case today. Tomorrow I’ll ask you is it me you been lookin’ for while you listen through the cemetary trees, then I’ll say come on drive a little, nothing is forever, and there has to be something better than in the middle. You tell me its cold, your whisper gets softer, as we wander through that crowded space, we’ll head to the edge of the water where we’ll spill our guts and name our fears, then you’ll tell me goodnight. Back home I realize your smile is the most genuine thing I’ve ever seen, it sets my heart aflame, the mention of your name my stomach will fill with butterflies, I want to get close to you, I want to know you better, and someday you’ll have me within your reach. I’ve been told one too many times from boys like you, Hit the Road Jack and don’t you come back no more, they tell me to take a permanent vacation, but something tells me with you it’ll be different. To that I say REJOICE! You don’t have to believe me though. You do what you want, if you want to rock you’ll rock, if you want to roll you’ll roll, only as long as you feel like you’re in control. That’s what I like. Can we run through the grass and all the reeds and meet oh pretty please, there I will tell you what no one knows about me. I pick pockets just to give it all back, I’m a little bit insane, I’m never sure what I’m looking for but it’s always on my mind, maybe all I want is to be loved- in fact I wish my daddy had loved me more. Would you rather me lie to myself? I’m going to burn down those bridges and rip out them stitches. You told me I got good at tellin’ stories when I left and stumbled out the door. I told you to eat so many lemons because you’re so bitter. We’ve got everything down to a science so I guess we know everything- right? What is it about our fights that make me love you more?

I want to dance with you in style, let’s dance for a while, in the daylight where anywhere feels like home, someday, yeah yeah, someday I’ll hug you and I will forget my country, where the rest of the world awaits. Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, you told me, “I’m not half the man I used to be, there’s a shadow hanging over me,” I want you to know that I’ll take you for what I see, because what I see is what I get. You thought love was such an easy game to play? I thought that Mr. Pitiful had learned his lesson. I promised that I won’t let you down, I won’t break your heart, and I really just want to know you. I want to know your life, that interesting thing we call life, tell me about yours, so we can be friends too. I know you’re scared of loving me but- You know love is better than a song Love is where all of us belong so don’t be shy just let your feelings roll on by. Years ahead, while we’re lying together you say to me, you know, we don’t have the power but we never say never. You tell me that if I try leaving I can’t hide standing under these stars they know everything, they’ll know where you are,
I’m in my head, I’m all turned around with it and they’re shining down their light to bring you back again
Back where I can find you. I know what I am, You know I hear you saying ” I’d sell off my savior for a set of new rings” Don’t sell out, money isn’t everything- and that’s something you taught me. To most a week apart doesn’t seem like a feat, but I miss you more than I should, I know you’re scared that I’ll get over it- but honestly, that’s part of it all. I fear you won’t fall- trust me it’s easy to say, but its a lot harder to feel this way.

I say to you, “OH HONEY PIE You are driving me crazy, I’m in love but I’m lazy, so won’t you please come home, Honey Pie, you are driving me frantic, sail across the atlantic to be where you belong.” You said, “Do you believe what you’re sayin’?” Yeah right now, but not that often. By the time the buzz was wearing off, we were standing out on the sidewalk, with our tattoos that looked like rings ,in the hot Nevada sun and they won’t fade I’ve got you to thank. Take that trip with me to Blueberry Hill.

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