Stuck inside of Frisco with the LA blues again, part III

I promise, this will be the last post with this title. For a while, at least. And I don't intend to post a new entry every day, I'm just sort of trigger happy for now. It happens.

Today was my second day of school and my first class of the day seemed pretty amazing, despite the fact that my professor was almost 45 minutes late. Apparently the class was originally scheduled for a different time and they didn't bother to notify him when they made changes. It sounds like it's going to be a fun and intriguing class, what with one of our texts being a graphic novel and some of the films we'll be watching are by Todd Haynes. Oh, and we'll also be viewing some porn.

My next class should be pretty rad as well, since it's titled "Music, the Listener's Art".

I learned today that I received a check from SFSU back at my uncle's house in Glendale. I told my brother to open the letter and when he told me the amount, I was pleasantly surprised. Let's just say I only expected about half of the said amount. Hmm, methinks it's time for a new laptop...

A friend of mine reminded me of something that happened to me the other day. A couple days ago, I decided to venture out into San Francisco's downtown shopping area in the afternoon. The idea was to go job hunting, but as soon as I saw some of the stores, I knew I wouldn't be hired. Besides, would I REALLY want to work at Banana Republic, or Gucci for that matter? I don't think I'd be able to afford their clothes, even with an employee discount. I began to feel hungry, but I knew the restaurants and food shops around that area were not places I could really afford with my budget, so I walked around and around looking for a little stand or something. I found a few hot dog stands, but I told myself they were too pricey for what they were. I didn't really feel like spending $5 on a hot dog. And then I started to feel really hungry. I was starving in fact. An excerpt from Kerouac's On the Road began to run through my head. Remember the part where he goes to Frisco with Dean and Marylou, and Dean leaves Sal with Marylou for some days at a hotel? Marylou runs off with some nightclub owner and leaves poor Sal alone, and he, being the broke beatnik that he was, can't afford much of the delicious food of San Francisco.

"In the window I smelled all the food of San Francisco.... Just show me the bluefish spangle on a seafood menu and I'd eat it; let me smell the drawn butter and lobster claws. There were places where they specialized in thick red roast beef au jus, or roast chicken basted in wine.... And oh, that pan-fried chow mein flavored air that blew into my room from Chinatown, vying with the spaghetti sauces of North Beach, the soft shell crab of Fisherman's Wharf--nay, the ribs of Fillmore turning on spits! Throw in the Market Street chili beans, redhot, and french-friend potatoes of the Embarcadero wino night, and steamed clams from Sausalito across the bay...."

God just reading that passage again makes me hungry. I finally gave in and went to a Starbucks to buy a blueberry scone.

But today I'm treating myself. I'm splurging a bit, spending $4 on a cookies 'n' cream blended coffee drink from Seattle's Best Coffee while at Borders. Small though it is, I'm taking my time with it, enjoying every sip.