Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Coffee Snob

I never thought this would happen to me...

I have turned into a coffee bitch. It's true. I have truly turned into that picky girl in front of you at the coffee shop that has a long list of how her coffee needs to be made. Dammit.

I began my coffee experience when I was around 16 years old. My friend in high school, Britney, took me to a coffee shop and ordered me a mocha cappuccino. It took a little bit of getting used to, but after my third time trying it, I was hooked. I then began to frequent coffee shops in the downtown area and I would order a tall mocha cappuccino, every time. I became a regular and whenever I would go to a certain shop, they would pretty much already have my drink made by the time I got to the front of the line to pay.

I went to one coffee shop and was talking to the barista, and I told him that I had never tried anything besides my mocha cappuccino. He said, "Well let me make you something" I agreed with the stipulation that it be sweet and doesn't taste like coffee. And he made me a Vanilla Latte. I fell in love with it, and then began getting vanilla latte's from there.

In the summer of 2003, I was on vacation on was unable to drink Vanilla Latte's. I was taught by a roommate how to drink "regular coffee". I filled it with extra sugar and creamer. I spent two weeks drinking "regular" coffee. With no latte's.

Since then I have tried several coffee drinks and I always go back to my vanilla latte's. And I have realized exactly how I like my vanilla latte. This morning I found myself saying these words to drive up Starbucks:

"Grande 6 pump vanilla latte with skim milk and no foam"

Monday, April 14, 2008

No pillows

I've decided that sleeping in the front seat of my car is better than sleeping anywhere else. I love it. I feel more comfortable, safe and I can just listen to my music and chill. I enjoy it. And it's nice when I have been working in the morning and I have two hours before I have to be in class. Instead of going to the library and doing my homework (who the hell does that anyway), I just sleep in my car and have a nice nap. I wake up feeling refreshed, with a red face and fuzzy hair.
I also think it's funny because I can only imagine what people are thinking as they walk by. Or the other cars that think I am pulling out and I'm not. They probably get pretty pissed off.
I pretty much sleep in my car at least twice a week. So if you're ever in the parking lot at Westminster College, look for me in my brown Camry.

However- let me still say that sleeping in my bed with my husband will beat sleeping in my car any day!!

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