carrot cake

the carrot cake cafe was what kate wanted the name of her cafe to be at the end of the movie.. (sorry if you haven’t watched it and plan to, that’s…sort of a spoiler. but not really.) anyway, i watched the carrot cake conversations with shanny last night and i liked it! i really enjoyed it.. always feel inspired by such lovely local pieces.

had a little chat with andre and shanny and hakim last night while waiting for my delicate (!) laundry to be done, and we ended up talking about usp, which andre was in, and shanny applied for it but didn’t get it. i still think its awesome what they do in there, all the great modules and encouraging creativity and imagination etc etc, but i still think the concept is outrageous. granted elitism is a worldwide phenomenon and is largely accepted, but that doesn’t prevent it from being outrageous, still. honestly i felt quite taken aback when all 3 of them took the opposite stand that it would be a waste of resources, or communism if such systems didn’t exist, and i couldn’t help feeling really sad because ultimately, what did i expect…i had to know that i was talking to people who were part of a university. and i forget that i’m one of them too. its horrible. how can they ask you things like “what do you want to do with your life?” NO ONE KNOWS what they want to do with their life at 19 okay. and even if they did, they’d change their mind at least 3 times before they die. it’s the stupidest question in the world and they ask scholars that. i could hurl.

they should ask them things like, what do you think of the University Scholars’ Program? and if the applicants kiss ass and go I think its a wonderful program that offers great opportunities for students with the aptitude for YADA YADA YADA then out you go, scholars shmolars.

okay that would be the day.

AAANNYway, i was wondering how it’d be like if i were to open a little cosy cafe in a corner of a quaint street somewhere in the world (maybe sanfrancisco!) with comfy couches covered with soft, tattered throws and warm lighting, and wall paper! and sell homemade coffee and tea and lemonade and hot cocoa and pomegranate juice! and cookies and muffins and all sorts of nice fluffy, flaky pastries with fruit! with bookcases and luggages chockful of books so people could come in and shimmy up into a corner of a couch, grab a book, a corner of a blanket and a nice hot cuppa and just while the afternoon away (: i predict that my recent obssession with looking up baby names and their meanings will soon become thinking up names for this (for now) imaginary cafe of mine.

STUPID ANTS ON MY TABLE.

okay back to studying!