State of the Union Address D.tales Style: Early 2010.

Ohh kay so i thinks its come time for another update. will it be short? most likely not. but how am i supposed to share the happenings of my oh so ridiculous life without giving those who care enough to read my ramblings the full monte of blog posts? there just isnt any other way ;)

where to start?

Okay so a couple posts back i informed you on how i joined formspring aka another reason to procrastinate, feel good about myself, feel like ish about myself, get shocked over how dirty people are ...the list can go on and on. Formspring might just be the single most interesting concept right now. I first caught onto the craze when the gays started using it 2-3 months back. By that I mean, my few homosexual pals that are ultra hip on what’s in, super fashionable, and all around fabulous. I have them to thank for the 1000+ questions I’ve answered on it hahahha. I love em. In the short month I’ve become a formsringggahh, I’ve noticed how much the bandwagon has expanded. Since my membership, I've observed the transcendence of users demote to my previous high school's population. Every other status update on the book is some 9th or 10th grade stalker of mine posting crap from their springs. "ask me something!!!" "questions people! I don’t want to do my lab report" .... It’s hilarious how different my life has become since high school hahaha. Just for fun sometimes I actually go to their springs and just laugh at how absurd the questions and answers get. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a lowly freshman here and I can’t exactly say that high school is in my far distant past, but in all the short time I’ve spent at college, its amazing how much things change. Formsprings included. Since the moment I started mine up, I can easily confess that at least 50% of the questions I get pertain to sex, and 80% of that 50% pertain to my virginity, whereas the high school springs have sex questions yes, but they also get the "did you see so and so fighting in the hall today" hahaha. It’s sad really, no more than a year ago was I subjected to the nonsense that roams the halls of high school, and now I’m getting harassed because I’m almost 20 and still secure my virginity. I often regret letting that information slip on something so vapid and shallow as formspring but its too late now isn’t it? haha but hey in my defense, I did make the vow to be honest so in honor of my goal that’s what I did. I’m proud to say that I’ve only deleted 5 questions on that thing...and thats simply because they were far too graphic and creepy to let the world read haha ughhh. It’s amazing what the veil of anonymity unleashes unto the users of the site. I keep trying to convince my soc and psych major pals to use it as some sort of observational study. The Internet and anonymity. How social behavior is affected and trends of behavior when given that much freedom. Do it people. hahaha I guarantee the results will be interesting.

moving on.

So after joining the spring in late jan/early feb, I continued doing the school thing, getting entirely too caught up in facebook stalking, and now formspringing. With sooo much time spent online social networking and marketing myself, D ( my roomie love ) was getting pissed. Frankly, I don't blame her. The poor thing might as well talk to a brick wall half the time. It seems when there's a computer in front of me, my ability to hear is rendered useless. That being said, I've been making a conscious effort to pay more attention, because after almost an entire semester and a half spent living together in the Cave, its common to get the whole "Darc, are you listening" spiel ... and boy is it tired. Poor D. if you read this, consider this yet another one of my apologies for the pure and unintentional ignorance ;) you know I don’t mean it haha. So yea. Basically I ignore my roommate and best friend. I really don’t mean to. But damn! It’s so tough to maintain 8 fbook chat convos, answer formspring questions, come up with witty blog posts, write papers, AND keep an open ear for when D rambles on about inadequate college boys and their impenetrable emotional walls they build up to prevent great girls (aka D and I) from weaseling our way into their hearts in hopes of establishing a real grown up relationship. I mean f*ck, screw guys. I’m single but I’m seriously married to the Internet...and that’s just freaking pathetic. Dating is hard, but so is staying updated online. It’s a job I tell you. I’ve come so close to deleting all my profiles and sites but I just cant. Because I am married. haha. fml.

And in order to try and break that online relationship, myself against the web; D and I have been making time for each other to add some real face to face interaction into our lives haha. Sex and the City style :) So every night we now do nightly dinner dates together, where we spend an hour - 2 hours minimum catchin’ up on our busy lives, discussing love, lust, family, school, nightlife, you name it. A nd what a breath of fresh air it is! I swear to you, its SO easy to get caught up in virtual bullshit. Who really needs facebook or formspring or anything? You don’t. But life is just so much more entertaining with it. I am fully aware and embracive of the Stalking revolution that our generation has so graciously created. Without it, I would be lingering in a total disconnect with the world. I am proud and honest about it. I am addicted to my Macbook…but only when there's Internet connection. But even as I say this, it’s nice to be able to appreciate human interaction the way God intended, face to face. And an additional plus to socializing in person : you don’t run the risk of exposure to radioactive waves exuding from your computer and seeping into your bod infecting your organs and creating cancer, or losing your vision from staring at your screen for long periods at a time!!!! baddahbing b*tches. There’s two reasons right there to step away from the comp and get a real life!!!!!

goal of the week : minimize time spent with your computer and spend it with real people :)

i think it can be done haha. God that is SO frikin’ sad.

Next Stop : Kleptomaniacs Anon.

So during one of D and I's after class eating ritual dates, something happens to me that's never happened to me before. Need i inform you that it happens all the time to asshole kids that are actually guilty, so I don't necessarily blame the man. But really people.

Okay so Place : the Sac. (for those who don't know, its where i refuel with cinnamon sugar bagels, coffee, tots, fruit and yogurt parfaits, loaded chicken salads and buffalo chicken wraps after class, before class, you name it).

Time: approx 11 am ish, following a library sesh for my Lit class in Paley.

Sitch: Darcy getts accused of STEALING coffee from the sac.

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need i say more.

come ON people. who STEALS coffee. its well worth the 3 or something dollars.

so heres a little flash of how the confrontation plays out.

D and I check out, the normal ritual. we spend 2o minutes waiting to get food, 10 minutes in line to swipe out, and then 5 at the condiments and utensil setup getting napkins knives and straws.

So its when we're about to go stand in line that i realize I'm still nursing my 3/4 full perfect balance of vanilla and hazelnut coffee from my previous visit at 9am before my first class. obviously I don't want to waste it. i panic. My bookbag has no pockets. SERIOUSLY..who designs a bookbag without pockets..dear Adidas cheer bookbag - take a note from Northface. they do it to it.

anyway.

no pockets. freaking out. D comes up with the genius idea to conceal the cup 'a joe in my cute little tweed knit swing coat pocket. i go with it. there's nothing else i can do to work the system. i need the coffee. throwing it out was just not an option. so i say whatevs and get in line.

(mind you i could have avoided this entire confrontation by just telling the lady at checkout i already paid for it. but no. i had to be sly and stealth and hide it in plain sight on my hip. we are so stupid haha)

So we get past checkout. i don't even think anything of it. but as we turn away from the straws and utensils a large and domineering chocolate fellow approaches me. i swear to you i might have peed a little bit.

I loathe confrontation. i hate being wrong. and i DIDN'T even do anything! but still. i know why he's looking all pissed at me. Catching someone stealing from the Sac is probably the highlight of his career. asshole. who even cares. the people at the fake chinese place waste food as if they had no idea children in africa would have been satisfied with one of the grains of rice they haphazardly throw away every freaking day. THATS the real problem with dining at the Sac. not me stealing coffee. which i didn't even steal. ugh.

So yea. he approaches me. i freak out. i recoil in fear, he's seriously all david and goliath-ing me. the factor of intimidation. he's towering over me. asks me to see my receipt. i sift through my vera bradley clutch and give it to him...assure him the coffee was paid for earlier. no lie, i told him he could feel the coffee. that it was cold. he was more than welcome to. he wasn't having any of it. At this point, people are staring. naturally i know the thoughts running through their little smug brains, "ha ha little short girl looks all innocent but steals from the sac. what an asshole"

all i want to scream is IM INNOCENT! i freaking OBJECT!

He's in the wrong. I am right. But of course it isn't as simple as that. It never is haha. So he takes my receipt and my coffee and leads D and i back to this closet in the confines of the secluded seating area. He disappears for a good 10 minutes...says he's going to pull up my receipts from earlier and see if I'm telling the truth. He is dead serious too. like this is the most offensive crime he's ever witnessed. He comes out all pissed. I snatch my coffee and id from his grasp. He's defeated! HA HA. suck on that Sac man. He's all grumpy because he knows all that was for nothing. over a freaking 3 dollar cup of coffee. prick. he tells me next time to keep my receipt. like i'm actually going to listen. its freaking pointless. and a waste of paper in my opinion.

so yea mission Kleptomaniacs Anon : Averted.

OH! and the next day, when i was building my loaded chicken salad at the salad bar, he passed me on his way to the flat bread station and i gave him the biggest smile. was it out of spite to his ego? completely. and damn it felt good :) hahaha

Yay i proved my innocence and K Came to Visit!

So after that tragic run in with Sac food stealing enforcement on wed, the next day i spent my time on Arch Street, visiting the local community court to end the haunting drinking citation i got in september off my record. 3 hours spent waiting to get called, say my name and be told i was free to go. fml. to celebrate D and i went city thrifting until 5 and then came back and greeted my sister K who came in from NY to spend the weekend with meeee :) we had so much fun! We ate real Chinese. "its all about the Chhhhh" C.H. - china house. use it or lose it friends. take it from me, its the best chinese on campus. So we had chinese, rented the September issue from the nearest Redbox, and spent the night befriending crackheads at McDonald's and singing old school n*sync at Rite Aid. it was a top Thurs. Night.

Friday was spent relaxing in bed until 12, and then venturing off to University City where we went to the UPenn Archeology and Anthropology Museum to visit some of the fun artifacts i study in art historyyyy. we took pics too! i felt so chic :)

haha obviously the Rosetta Stone boggled my mind :)

... so After the Museum we then decided to walk around Penn and do some much needed Retail Therapy :)

I Slept with Tiger :) we thought this was hilariousss.

..And after Shopping we set off back to TU and got ready for Dinner at the classic Steven Star Asian Fusion Cuisine fav : Continental in Mid-Town with my other sister J!

haha i had so much stuff packed. not fun to carry down four flights of stairs in heels :)

All in a days work haha.

With the Car packed, we were set to go! but first we had to return our Redbox flicks. and let me just tell you..it was quite the job. I swear it took me a good 20 min to return the damn movies..people were laughing at me at the Fresh Grocer. fml. J had to come in and save me.

with that taken care of, we were thennnn set to go.

the Sisters in the City :)

such a fabulous cherry topper to the best sundae of a day a girl could have!

Round I: Buz Aldrins. So Lip Smackin' Delish.

Braised Scallops with lime, accompanied with Edamame. Perfection.

Thai Chicken Lettuce Wraps for J. 5 stars.

Teriyaki Filet Mignon served with White Rice for K and I. Sublime :)

Round II: The Sourpuss. The Tizzle. and The Wildchild.

aka D. K. & J :)

And for dessert: Carmel ice cream with salt & bitesized s'more cones. utterly delightful and cheap too!

And to cap off the evening, i spotted Anna Wintour wannabe of the century at the table adjacent to us. this fabrication of the almighty Vogue ice queen takes the cake. you can see her back in this pic, she was too quick to get the right shot of her, but i kid you not, the hair, the wardrobe, the body language. it was dead on. too bad sweetheart, you can look and act like her. but you arent. haha pooo.

Such a Great evening to kick off Spring break! following dinner, we retreated to Manayunk where my sister J resides in the cutest little apartment, actually its quite big, but anywho. we spent the rest of the night watching a screening of Chicago and then woke up to head on home for my week of holiday :) i dont know if it was all the cocktails at Continental, or simply having my family under one roof after such a long time, but my life seems pretty damn complete thanks to these past few weeks :)

Alright time to end this novel of a post, im heading off to my best pal L's house for some shopping, catching up on much needed gossip and hugging the crap oout of her parents S and E :) i've missed 'em dearly. Tchao for now my chickens. Its been Real.

...till then.

D.tales.