I swear, I'm not one of those crazy, self-diagnosed insomniacs; it just happened I didn't listen to my own good conscience or my college coach and left my sad little supplements to be for the last minute.
He warned me, "those things sneak up on you pretty fast," and I just thought to my lonely self, "oh, but I'm so happy these days! Glitter! Butterflies! Sufjan Stevens! My first A on a DBQ! I'll get them done!"
Three weeks have passed, and here I am.
Currently, I am procrastinating.
Today, I write to you about coffee.
First, I have a really cool mug:
It is a souvenir from my Iowa days; that's right, I lived in the beating heart of America.
Where corn grows a plenty, and the skies are robin-blue.
The baseball players (and the corn) become visible once hot liquid is poured into the mug.
How did I come to acquire such an object?
Apparently the movie Field of Dreams was shot in Iowa, and our family visited the baseball field.
I don't even know why. No one in my family has watched the movie.
No one in my family (with the exception of Jen) has any significant hand-eye coordination skill.
Well my dad does, and thank the lord, as he's a surgeon. But I don't think this hand eye coordination carries over to sports.
(NOTE: golf is not a sport).
Anyways, I got this mug as a souvenir, and my sister got a dorky locket necklace.
If you haven't guessed by now, I use the mug to drink coffee.
Yay coffee!
I can talk forever about this beverage; this goes from personal stories in which coffee has played a role, embarrassing moments, to disjointed fragments of erudition from my AP World Coffeehouse Debate sophomore year.
Here are some boring stories--
Personal Story:
During one of my alumni interviews, I had clover-brewed coffee from Starbucks for my first time.
I don't even know what clover-brewed means, but it was amazing.
The interview also felt like a blind-date, because I didn't know what the guy was supposed to look like, thus, I was reduced to making eye contact with every 20-something male that walked through the Starbucks in Boston's Financial District.
Not as unpleasant as it sounds. ;)
To be realistic, it was quite unpleasant/anxiety-producing because I was worried he wouldn't be able to find me/forgot about me/missed me/didn't know I was asian despite my last name because I didn't say 'hello'/make the first move etc. etc.
At the end, the interview went well (a subjective statement on my behalf, so I don't really know), and the clover-brewed Venti warmed my frigid digits during the whole two hours so I wouldn't have to sit on them like a total dunce.
Embarrassing Moments:
I spilled coffee on my scarf and my boots one morning in the library (the same morning I was covered in glitter because my Beowulf project needed much, much glitter).
On the bright side, my scarf smelled really good (yum coffee!), and my boots are that awkward beige/light brown shade that one can never be sure if it is clean or dirty.
In retrospect, I don't consider this situation embarrassing, but I guess other people would.
But some of my friends laughed at it, so I guess that qualifies it as an embarrassing moment in my life.
This also happened in the high school library.
I don't think Ms. Metcalfe knows.
Please don't tell her.
Remnants of Knowledge from Sophomore Year:
Excuse the picture, which is geographically inaccurate in context of the next few sentences:
I got to write a pretty sweet affidavit as a coffee stall owner in the Arabian peninsula.
You know, the usual deal: recanting the story of how a goat herder noticed his goats acting crazy, how the monks used the beans to stay awake for long prayer sessions, etc. etc.
The Coffeehouse Trial was just a swell party.
So is coffee a friend to society? I would say yes.
However, it is a diuretic, and it makes you frequent the bathroom quite a bit.
So really, is coffee an endearing friend that allows us to work longer hours, or just a cumbersome pest?
Discuss, discuss, discuss!
P.S. It would bring me great joy if you re-read this post in a NPR voice.
Also, listen to this interesting story on the economy and the cappuccino:
http://www.npr.org/blogs/money/2010/12/17/132115320/after-the-crisis-an-economist-reconsiders-cappuccino
You can never have too much caffeine,
Steph
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