Coffee in the city

This coffee was made by a great/long time friend in his new (amazing) cafe. He made a lavender latte for me and a honey latte for my sister :] I always love coming back to the city, my college town just doesn't do the job

Speaking of,
These look good? I sell them now <3

the breakfast of champions

Heres to an A on my Spanish Exam :D

Love it

My super favorite flowers I just happened by while walking downtown. I shoulda bought some for myself.


Some serious business going on here















What?












A place I've spent a lot of time at.







Don't these guys look like the lamp from the brave little toaster?? huh huh?

Moving On...

Through college and through life

I feel like I'm getting more accustomed to Chico


Taken Before I moved away from home last August <3

I lovetolovetolove you

I love how I write as if people read this =D
it's fun

*update

For a friend of mine: I will be making a blog for day to day snapshots <3

I think I'm going to give this blog a purpose. Time for some reconstruction.

BAM! I'm out

Peace

Sleep Time

Gonna go bug my cute boyfriend.

Well through text, for now. :)

Shimmy on down

I have created a new blog just for my writing. So I don't have to shuffle through a bunch of posts trying to show people my work, quickly before they find something more flashy with bright lights to pay attention to. If you know what I mean. So this will simply be just updates and the random babble that comes out of my fingers on occasion from day to day.


Shimmy on down to : son--risa.blogspot.com

And have a blast.

My new obsession

Apparently my newest obsession is baking, well I can't say newest cause I get into moments where I have baked a lot. But it wasn't until now that I have been wanting to get more creative with my baking and expand my skills. The males ( I say males and not guy cause it includes my brother) in my life are very happy about this. I have been constantly going through blogs and site looking for something that doesn't reach too far beyond my budget, yet it seems more and more that if I want to get creative I am going to have to buy more supplies that would normal not have a use. In addition I am already running out of flour and sugar as it is. I am thinking of adding another blog to keep track of all the recipes I have been collecting and take pictures of the ones that I make, as well as little tweaks that I make. Sounds good. I'm excited, I wish my school offered a course in baking.

The only problem is budget, I would love to just bake these and give them away but I can not afford that, and I surely can not eat all these myself.





Little wish-list to myself for Christmas

- A fun cookbook
- Butt load of cooking supplies i.e. nutmeg, vanilla, powdered sugar, flour, rolling pin.
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Top

Wrote another poem tell me how it is:

A top hits the table,
the forceful first spin sending it into a fearless frenzy
tip to wood gliding intimately against one another
yet after the initial pull
it finds fear in every second later
it may crash down hard against the once supportive table
perhaps to the ground, out of control and losing it all
Now every dizzy moment is spent
anticipating the end
bumping roughly against guiding hands
held up by the wooden table
threatened by the edges
hug onto those corners for dear life sweet spinning top
for any mistake could spell the end

Red Handed

The other day, caught someone starring from across the room.
It's always weird when you're minding your own business and then all of a sudden you find yourself unconsciously turning around into the eyes of someone else. Especially when you are sitting right next to your boyfriend. Oh well.

Drain

Wrote this spontaneously and has thus been abandoned


I wake to realize that every smile and sweet feeling was nothing but a dream that continued when I lay my head down each night, pausing only for the calling sun. I come to realize that means that true life must be emptiness, without the colors of light and early morning skies painting my walls and those closest to me were nothing but a wish from inside my mind. Looking around, there is a tinge of darkness that fills the room, even when the sun shines through my window, highlighting those little dust molecule rays floating in the air, it seems to be unsaturated as if the color has been drained out by a pin or a needle. What else is there to do then but shrug it off and lay back down on this drool stained pillow.
As I do,my world comes back to me, that ever present field always lush and green, the grass that seems to go on forever and sways in the wind like ocean waves, it never seems to grow too tall yet it never seems to wither away. Beyond in a distance, that lovely house, it must be my home. I dream of it constantly so then it must be mine, right? Well its pink for starters, that rustic pink that seems to be just barely clinging onto the two story walls, oh and my favorite part. I never remember what this darn thing is called, the window, it is pushed and you can sit on the edge and look out of it anytime you want, I just adore it. This house, it sit under the most luxurious tree, with beautiful thick branches that shoot out powerfully, holding the wright of green leaves and plump acorns. They seem to reach so high, I'm sure they converse with the clouds on a daily basis, I'm sure of it. Yes this home of mine, I can always walk up to it and feel like an ant compared to its height and I could look at every surface of its outside, and simply be amazed, but when I step inside its marvelous doors. Well, dust is the word that comes to mind. Its a curious little place, a staircase right in the center of the room, the lower lever, I can never seem to remember much of it when I wake, all I know is there sits a staircase smack dab in the middle of it all. When walking up the staircase, creaking under my weight, I peek my head slightly to see the top of the stairs before ascending fully to the second floor, and by now my hands have collected years and years of dust that has settle itself onto the soft white railing. Standing on the top step of the staircase, in the middle of the room mind you, there are four rooms, vacant. One room though, to my right has a simple light pink crib, it hasn't been moved in years and bares cob webs where the rocking would have chased them away. That too, is in the center of the room. The other rooms need not any mentioning because they are completely vacant except for the dust that is overpowering the home holding the floors hostage, taking control of the air, making any trespasser cough and choke on brave dust soldiers.

Did it hurt

When you fell, From he-eeaven

Got that song in my head all day:]


Recently I saw a person around campus and thought I want to be their friend I don't know why but I do. Funny I should mention that on my aimless walk around campus by myself today. I walked right past him, so I said hi, let's just say it was really awkward and he just looked at me. And I realized that he looked a lot like my friend from a few years ago. Needless to say I ended up just saying sorry and walking off.

So its fall and the cold is coming, did I mention that I wither in the cold? Its not my fave, but I must say, this weather right now is fantastic, and a much needed change. Its going to be easier to get around without sweating constantly.

If I was a sailor...

So I guess I should do one of those update posts :]

So college...



Yeah These are the notes I took this morning in my communications class, no joke


Well, First I'd like to say I have butterflies :]
Its been like what,.. 6weeks? into college??
Yeah I had an anatomy exam boy did I study, yeah turns out my hs anatomy teacher is amazing her exams were harder and she definitely prepared me for this course. Go her <3

Now as far as people go, I've got one friend friend. She sure is something haha She's hella funny though so yeah.

For a week or so I started gaining that freshman 15 but yeah idk I need to go to that nice gym they just built.
I went to a cafe, they had flies climbing over the muffins and the guy behind the counter hella popped up behind the counter, creepy, but then again i did that once.

Its safe to say I ended up going to starbucks. yummy

I also have gone to this other cafe, the guy working has a cool tattoo of a lighthouse. Secretly I wanna be his friend and call him lighthouse. Is that creepy?

Oh I went through another genre change; hello nevershoutnever!

meeting people slowly its fine.

I really love my hair, but I need a trim :/ I love how I unintentional got a transitional haircut, I can go from betty page bangs to sideswept bangs love it, BUT my betty page bangs need a trim so I'm stuck with just the sideswept for now. Uh now tell me how many people can choose between two hairstyles on a day to day basis wooh.

What else do I got to say. Idk I got a smile on my face like a fool or is it just the coffee?



Oh no! I have to present a speech on abortion on Friday!!! aaahhh wish me luck imaginary audience!!!!


~Love,
Marissa <3

Okay Puuhhhlleasee gimme feedback for these ones because I'm thinking of submitting these for the CN&R contest :]

You say,
The old me has been lost and gone away
As if pieces of me have broken off
But I say the old me is still in my heart
Because there is no way to tell the old
And new me apart
You say I’ve changed
But I say darling I’ve always stayed the same
Just as
Seas are the same seas with different fish from day to day
Yet the same buoys still sway on ocean waves
Just as
The sun is the same sun
Traveling around the world
Yet coming back to bring a new day





Mallusionist

Cut through the wood and hit the bone
accidental flesh split for my eyes alone
stuttering and hesitating to remember the skills
I have yet to hone
perform the hemicorporectomy
continue through and keep the blood from seeping
hide the evidence and try to keep from weeping


~This poem actually was in elaboration to good ol' Sage Francis' line "And Every assistant I ever had got sawed in half" I wrote actually my first week of college but I just finished it now




Daydreamer

At night I dream of seven seas and of infiltrating secret agencies
But my best talent?
They call me daydreamer for a reason
You see, I just cannot hold on to reality
I fly by on not my bike but on a homemade kite
Way far above the reach of any naysayers
I continue on my way seeing blood red trees, the suns smiling at me
On the streets I race giant beasts that breathe poison out fiercely
And at night I float on my bed made of leaves
Waiting for tomorrows newest daydreams

Wrote this at midnight

Whats a girl to do - by Marissa Alvarado

As I sit here in my dimly lit kitchen I wonder
Oh how I wish:
For red crimson golden fiery flames all around me
The thousand heads slain right where this very building lay
Adventure
The sparkling blue waves carrying my ship to the end
The end of the earth where
Fire sprouts from my cannons and damsels are saved from dragons
I find the treasure and finally measure my life accomplishments
In tattoos, of anchors and knights of passions and rights
Yet In my living room
The war is a stalemate between I and the ants that
Threatening with their armies
To wage wars of sieges with nothing but them and me and this water bottle
Only this is my 7 year ant war in full throttle

How's college going, have you met a bunch of friends, what about those wild partayss woohh!!

My heart is as a land mind
beating steadily and heavily
tugged down mightily
voices outside my window tell tales
of assimilation, midnight laughs on the sidewalk
That I myself have yet to experience here
Stand tall and proud
No, I can't admit it
sitting alone in a room full of three hundred.
Voices all around and not one destined
for my own ears
Adverted eyes, adverted minds
Yeah. College is just Fine.

Ignorance

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Ignorance threatens to take away my identity
As if to unpaint a painted picture with prejudice
Yet hurtful words only make them stronger
Each brandished slur is an inch added to my wide open eyes
Each sling of razor sharp profanities add color to my skin
While cocked back fully loaded tongues, ready to fire
Words reaching out to pull red lips to arch down
They only rise higher
Because I take those blank faces and color them different
I color them dangerous
Dangerous to side slated shifting conservative eyes
Dangerous, they will rip away the voice that demands
“This is what defines you”
I pull it right out of the vocal cords
Dangerous, we will stand up and demand
“Well who the hell are you to...”
With life packaged tight in black and white labeled boxes
Who the hell are you to force that upon me?
When I am neither black and white nor white and black
When I contain the whole spectrum that shielded eyes refuse to see
If you don’t see the whole me then please just don’t see me
Because I am a new breed
Struggling for a place all my own yet happily so, all alone
Away from hands that wipe away change from stranger’s eyes


~Love Marissa Alvarado

Cute

If I couldn't help that I smile more than frown
and laugh after every word that came out
would you pick a tough girl instead of me,
who likes to pout
If I couldn't help that my voice gets slightly higher
when I call your name
This is simply something I couldn't tame
would you pick a girl with sharp claws and wild mane
would my flimsy arm decrease your love for me?
If I couldn't help that my smile is large
but my teeth are dull
would you hand me sandpaper and ask me to sharpen them
or would you look at my eyes and pick them for what they were
If I couldn't help that my eyes smile with my mouth
would you pick them instead of someone else
If I couldn't help that I am unlike any other
would you take me instead of another

New frowns or lack of

This place, this apartment this city these walls
they're finally my own but
with new town brings new frowns and
new sounds or lack of
when you miss your old road not like the ones here that
threaten you
the buses that run you off the road
New rounds with new friends or the lack of
Nothing but strangers with
pretty faces walk by
painted up with smiles but behind
are the same frowns for new towns
the same walls that
we both are both too shy to penetrate
New food or the lack of
when you are as attached to your hometowns food as I am
hardly anything can supplement but
that place looks interesting and
new memories or lack of
when your stuck missin all those late nigh missions
Its time to get out of the past and
move on to find
there are things to do and see and
new people to meet
in this new town that brings new frowns but
also brings new sounds, new crowds, new rounds, new foods, new friends new memories and
new smiles.




Love it hate it?

~peace