Monthly Archives: January 2012

Donuts: the key to world peace.


Bonjour! It’s really difficult to not open with “bonjour” anymore when I blog. Well really, just greetings in general should be interesting. I get bored with “hello.” Anyways, that’s not the point of this post, so let’s get on with it, shall we? (That sounded British in my head…I dedicate that to you, Emilie.) By the way, if you want to continue to get your 20 year old, sassy blog fix, head on over to where you can read Emilie’s blog. She is currently studying in London, so I am living vicariously (and jealously) through her. Hello I want my life to be Harry Potter thankyouverymuch!

Ok so some exciting news…you remember that article I wrote for Big Girl’s, Small Kitchen? The one where I professed my deep and abiding love to the macaron? Well, I applied to be one of their regular contributors and this past Wednesday I found out that I will be! So you can get your Kelsey fix by heading on over there to see my posts (not sure how often yet, still in the process of figuring that out). Also, when you check them out, you should “like” them on their site or on their facebook because at the end of the week, the article with the most views/likes is then featured in the Huffington Post, USA Today, and other popular college oriented websites. Basically I’m super thrilled to continue to get to write, especially because it concerns food. Can you say 70,000 new foodiecollegegirl friends?!!

Also, second piece of exciting news. I made it through the second round of interviews at Verve Coffee Roasters! I don’t think I mentioned that I had applied to work there, but yes, I have always had a secret desire to work in a coffee shop. Can you say CAFFEINE FIX? Except not really, I will just consume lots of tea because I don’t want to become my father, who for a brief period of time, had to know where the Starbucks was in whatever town we were in so that he could get his fix. To quote him, “Coffee is the elixir of life!” (Except he says that in all caps, loudly.) But fo reals, it’s such a cool place, I go there to study all the time and nest (meaning take out 500 books, bring my water bottle and snacks, and take up residence in a corner for several hours.)

To backtrack, you may have read the first sentence in the previous paragraph and thought to yourself, “second round of interviews? That’s pretty intense.” Yes, it is. But their brand is growing quickly (two new shops and they now stock several of my local grocery stores with their coffee beans since they roast as well) and the people they have working there are awesome. They truly understand the power of customer service. Which means my mom would like them. She hates businesses that don’t get quality customer service. Therefore we no longer shop at Blockbuster’s, Michael’s flower shop, Burlington Coat Factory, and several other places that are on Maria’s permanent shit list. Also, they have a high demand of people who want to work there. So they can pick and be choosy (my type of company). The first round consisted of roughly 80-100 people, where we were divided into groups of 6-7 for group interviews. Then, for the second round we were called back for smaller group interviews, there were 20-30 of us in total. This is where things got interesting.

1. I need to continue to work on interviewing skills. For the most part, I do pretty well. Thankfully my parents have taught me the importance of a smile and eye contact. However, I can still be counted on to say something stupid without thinking it out first. This is due to my eagerness to go first (can you tell I’m a first born?” This resulted in me answering the question of what type of superhero would we want to be, “a donut superhero! I could create donuts anytime anywhere and turn anything into a donut!” WHY WOULD I SAY THIS? I DON’T EVEN LIKE DONUTS, THAT’S DILLON. Maybe it’s because I still think donuts are cute, they go with coffee, and they are not threatening whatsoever. I clearly subconsciously think that donuts are the answer to all of our world’s problems. Who would ever say, “Run away, Donut Man is here!” NO ONE. NO ONE. They would all be like “woohoo, life of the partay has arrived!” I also may or may not have said, “…because I’m not a patient person. I mean I didn’t used to be a patient person.” Oh well. They still called me back.

2. I also likened this whole process to speed dating. They asked me out on a second date and now we are courting, but not mutually exclusive. I don’t mind group interviews, but I still think it’s hard for them to get a feel for who you are in them. So at the end I shook their hands and said “thanks for the second date.”

3. I don’t like ass kissers. No really, they bother me. And I had two in my interview. They were both like “ohmygod your coffee is so quality. I never even liked coffee until I tried your coffee.” Um excuse me, really? I mean I know I’m dramatic, but I’m not THAT dramatic.

4. One girl literally started to tear up in my interview. How do you compete with that??? This was in her response to the question asked about our best compliment we’ve ever received at work. She told us about this woman who told her she changed her life and had never had anyone in her life support her or cheer her on. All I could think to myself was, “thank god you answered last.” What? I’m compassionate. Usually.

So now the next step is a three day orientation. SERIOUSLY. I know. But you haven’t heard the best part…we then take a test at the end. I must really want this job (I really, really do). But I’m not crazy nervous because I’m a nerd and study anyways.

Best part of all this? My parents both telling me that I can now pay for a. an old car for my dad to work on when he retires b. trips for my mom to take. Parental unit, I haven’t even gotten the job, so maybe you should hold off on calling dibs on my minimum wage. Dill, step up, I need your help to fund our parents.

That’s all for now, I’ll keep you posted!

* My post says that it has linked Em’s blog, but I don’t see it. Her blog is: …. Get at it!


We can fit AT LEAST 15 more people on this bus, sir.


Hello again. For the past week I have been opening a new page to write a post and then contemplating. It’s not that I don’t have a lot to say…let’s be real, the day that I run out of things to say will be a very scary and very silent day. It’s just been hard to convince myself to write, especially because I’m SUPPOSED to be directing all my writing towards my script (I’m in a screenwriting class this quarter). Also, it’s extremely hard to be inside when I live 2 minutes from the beach and am more inclined to go for a bike ride or a walk. Whereas in subzero weather back in grand ole Paris, it was not difficult whatsoever.

Here’s a mini update: first of all, I got a job! That’s right, I’m working, along with everybody, for the weekend (song reference anyone?). I’m a PA, which means Programs Assistant. Basically I’m doing the same things I used to volunteer to do last year, but I’m getting paid! Gotta pay those grocery bills somehow… Also, for my spring break and 21st birthday, I’m headed to New York, where I am hoping to take myself to eat at Per Se (been dreaming of eating there for about 3ish years). Haven’t heard of Per Se? Well that’s okay because it’s probably not normal for a 20 year old to know who all the famous chefs and restaurants are, despite having never been to them. Wait, it’s not normal for me to be reading their biographies and books either? Umm… Anyways, Per Se is EXTREMELY expensive, so I’m starting a feedGobblegee2012 fund. Care to donate?

Besides getting a job, I have begun my classes. This past Friday I had my screenwriting class, which is pretty dang amazing. I’m extremely excited to be working on a script and learning how exactly to edit and produce a script!

Ok, now for some more observations and mini anecdotes that I have been encountering upon my re-entry to Santa Cruz:

1. This past weekend I went to a friend’s party (it was her roommate’s 21st) at her house. It’s funny how after Paris, college parties seem “cute.” Red cups, handles of cheap alcohol (parents, close your eyes), shitty beer, and loud music. It just seems so precious and unrefined after bars, classy restaurants and drinking actual wine rather than boxed wine (it’s an acquired taste..). Also I had forgotten how you have to introduce yourself very loudly a thousand times, real conversation is purely accidental.

2. Some people may not have realized WHERE you were, so instead they will say, “HEY! Ohmygod, I haven’t seen you in sooooo long!!!” To which I reply, “about that…I was in Paris for 4 months. Maybe that’s why we haven’t run into each other on campus?”

3. Then that person 98% of the time proceeds to ask me if I’m now fluent in French. To which at this point, I just say yes, when what I really mean is…

(courtesy of Miss Emilie)

4. IMPORTANT: I need to re-evaluate my terms of “personal space.” Since I was in Paris for 4 months, I redefined my definition of personal bubble. This past week, I might have accidentally been extremely up in people’s business in line. They may have looked at me awkwardly and I it’s possible I had to take a step back and look around pretending I wasn’t breathing down their necks.

4b. Ilanit and I were discussing how our European concepts of personal space translates over into public transportation. She was waiting in line to catch a bus to campus, when the bus driver deemed the bus “too full.” Ilanit said to me, “if it was Paris, we could have fit at least 10 more people on.” It’s not full until you know whether all the people around you showered that day.

Still unsure of where this blog’s future may lay, but fortunately for you, I may be blogging on a different site, but fingers crossed, we are still waiting to see!

From hipsters to hippies.


First day of school. Back to the real world, back to actual homework (which I will do because I am a NERD.) and back to the 5 day class week. So far being back in Santa Cruz has been a mixture of feelings. My Santa Cruz life before studying abroad feels like a lifetime ago, I feel like a different person. For example, there is this one guy in my Silent Cinema class, who I have taken several classes with before. For some reason, he chooses to take approximately 10 hours to say one sentence, when he could have just said, “it’s an illusion.” This used to drive me insane. But now I don’t mind his lengthy explanations. Weird, it’s like my patience is growing, rather than being the patience of a two year old.

Today I only had one class, Silent Cinema. And my teacher? Found out she’s my next door neighbor. Oh yes. This could only happen to me. Also I figured out that above me is the laundry room. Which I find ironic since I have to either go to a laundromat or up to campus to do my laundry, but must listen to the washing machine above me. Cruel joke if you ask me.

The other thing that I have noticed after my first day of school? BIG TRANSITION in appearance from Paris to here. I have already seen dread locks, dyed hair, pajamas outside the home, grunge, and more scruff than you can imagine. My class was filled with guys who are exercising their right to grow their beard/mustache/general facial hair. I went from extremely polished to beach/college town. I have returned to my hippie roots and it feels oh so good.

I’m not a cat lady. Not yet, at least.


Well hello there, aren’t you looking fantastic? Welcome to the new year, I know it’s been awhile. But I’ve been at home and on vacation. Which means all that I was doing was eating, baking, wearing sweats, eating, sleeping, and talking to my family members (and the Mateus because I love them so). So basically, nothing blog worthy. But now I have moved into my new abode in Santa Cruz! So I have at least a couple of things to discuss.

Before I could even think about returning to Santa Cruz, I had to do one of my favorite things…packing! So sick of packing/unpacking, can’t even tell you. I actually looked at one of my Paris suitcases in disgust and talked to it, despite the fact that it is an inanimate object and didn’t actually do anything wrong. Fortunately for my mother, she had work, so I was left to pack all of my things on my own. She referred to our game room as “my staging area,” where I began to put all of my belongings. As I told my brother, it is amazing that I traveled and lived in Europe on only 2 suitcases, but then had 2 almost full cars worth of belongings for Santa Cruz. Whatevs. I like my stuff. No apologies. It’s cold up here, so I need to have A VARIETY of sweatshirts.

On a positive note, I have the best stocked kitchen. Waffle maker, coffee maker, crock pot, juicer, food processor. Yep, I clearly live on my own and am a foodie.

Since we are on the subject of me living alone, let me fill you in on what my family has been telling me for the past week. It all began when Dillon told me not to become a recluse. I told him that he should only be worried when he got a birthday invitation in the mail for my cat, Mr. Giggles. Or when he called me and heard a lot of cat’s meowing in the background. Ironically enough, my landlord (who lives in a beautiful house next to my humble abode) has two cats. One of the cats, Otis, jumped into our trunk as we were unpacking last night- clearly I’m the cat whisperer.

Yesterday we drove up to Santa Cruz. We being my mother, my father, and myself. My mom and I drove together in her car and my dad drove Gomez (my car). Hilarious. Picture my dad driving my little honda fit, a bike on top with a pink tool kit on it, a car filled with colorful blankets, and a pink seal sticker on the back of the car. So funny.

We took a mini detour to San Luis Obispo so that my parents could eat lunch (I packed my lunch, come on people, do you know who I am?). Also, so that my mom could see San Luis Obispo, she has a secret agenda. Finally we got to Santa Cruz and I waited anxiously to see my new place. Did I not mention that I had never seen any pictures of my place and had no idea what it would look like? Well I didn’t. But I had a gut feeling! Emilie was a tad bit horrified when I told her I had no clue what it would look like, but I had faith. And I was right…it’s wonderful!On the smaller side, but plenty of room for me. Lots of storage (meaning lots of places to store sweatpants and sweatshirts), a beautiful kitchen, adorable side yard, huge queen bed, and a tv. First time I have ever had a tv in my room. Living the dream people. I live right near the beach, which is pretty fantastic if you ask me.

Once we unpacked everything and my mom made my bed (she likes to make beds and remakes the bed even after I have made it because “it isn’t good enough.”), we grabbed a quick lunch in town and drove along the coast for a bit. I think they were reluctant to leave the beautiful weather behind, but they need to go send Dillon off (oh wait a second, he only has one bag to take with him…).

I start school Monday, which what? Real classes? Actual schoolwork? I’m a little out of practice.