how i love the smell of coffee in the morning (or, COFFEE COFFEE COFFEECOFFEEEEEE)
okay. 8:30am. bible exam. you can do this, vicky. you can do it.
2 minutes later, i found myself in the middle of a wilderness of multiple choice questions. "which gospel said that jesus healed the slave's ear?" i mused. well. let's see. mark didn't care about the slave; matthew just thought that it was kind of iffy, and made jesus scold the guy who did it. so...was it john? or was it luke? darrggh.
i emerged from tucker 45 minutes later, not feeling very positive about the results, but with a feeling of liberation, nonetheless. nothing quite like an exam to juxtapose depression and relief. i decided that i would go to wawa and treat myself to some coffee. nothing like a cup of joe to pick a person right up. plus, it was bitterly cold outside, and as i was too lazy to get out my gloves, i fancied something hot to warm my hands on the walk home. mmm, i love the smell of wawa. the whole place smells as though hot sandwiches and coffee got married in an incredibly laid-back and reasonably priced ceremony, and we were all invited to the reception. i filled a 12oz cup with delicious wawa coffee, and instantly felt happier at the thought of consuming it. i remembered that carling wanted an energy drink for later. i went over to the destroy-your-body-with-caffeine aisle, and picked out a sobe adrenaline rush for her.
giddy anticipation with the of drinking my coffee, i laid the drinks on the check-out counter. the guy in front me gave me a weary once-over. he looked pretty young, about my age, but there was a sense of age hovering around his face. he wore a thick knit hat under the hood of his jacket, and his hands bore heavy-duty gloves of the construction worker variety. he had a quarter pinched tightly between his gloved thumb and forefinger.
suddenly, i remembered that KT had an exam tomorrow, so i dashed off quickly to pick up a rockstar for her. when i returned, the guy looked positively appalled at my selection of items. i suppose that a small asian girl, who already looked inexplicably excited, loaded with 2 cans of caffeine and a cup of coffee could be a worrying sight.
"don't worry, i'm not an addict! haha!" i assured him in what i hoped was a reassuring voice, and beamed him a smile. unfortunately, it probably came out in an overly-eager rush ("DON'TWORRYI'MNOTANADDICTHAHAHA [twitch]") because he did not look convinced. his eyes were blue, i noted. he was a fairly attractive guy, but for the fact that his face had the stricken look of a small child who has just been told that santa clause didn't exist: a little bit of fear and a lot of resentment mingled with complete and utter disbelief. awk-waaard. i debated between telling him that the energy drinks were actually for my roommates and not actually for myself, but he turned away in a manner that said, quite distinctly, "dear God, please please please stop that crazy caffeine-dependent maniac from talking to me. many thanks, Young Construction Worker with Nice Eyes." ah, well.
after i got back to my room, i comforted myself with the thought that it doesn't really matter what a stranger thinks of my supposed caffeine intake anyway, b/c it's not like i'm ever going to see him again. besides, there is no way that i am actually dependent on that stuf myself. and as long as i know that, then it's all good, right? no no, i don't need caffeine or any sort of artificial boosts of energy, i say to myself while i sip english toffee cappucino and contemplate a piece of chocolate. it's really all about willpower, you know? all about willpower.
2 minutes later, i found myself in the middle of a wilderness of multiple choice questions. "which gospel said that jesus healed the slave's ear?" i mused. well. let's see. mark didn't care about the slave; matthew just thought that it was kind of iffy, and made jesus scold the guy who did it. so...was it john? or was it luke? darrggh.
i emerged from tucker 45 minutes later, not feeling very positive about the results, but with a feeling of liberation, nonetheless. nothing quite like an exam to juxtapose depression and relief. i decided that i would go to wawa and treat myself to some coffee. nothing like a cup of joe to pick a person right up. plus, it was bitterly cold outside, and as i was too lazy to get out my gloves, i fancied something hot to warm my hands on the walk home. mmm, i love the smell of wawa. the whole place smells as though hot sandwiches and coffee got married in an incredibly laid-back and reasonably priced ceremony, and we were all invited to the reception. i filled a 12oz cup with delicious wawa coffee, and instantly felt happier at the thought of consuming it. i remembered that carling wanted an energy drink for later. i went over to the destroy-your-body-with-caffeine aisle, and picked out a sobe adrenaline rush for her.
giddy anticipation with the of drinking my coffee, i laid the drinks on the check-out counter. the guy in front me gave me a weary once-over. he looked pretty young, about my age, but there was a sense of age hovering around his face. he wore a thick knit hat under the hood of his jacket, and his hands bore heavy-duty gloves of the construction worker variety. he had a quarter pinched tightly between his gloved thumb and forefinger.
suddenly, i remembered that KT had an exam tomorrow, so i dashed off quickly to pick up a rockstar for her. when i returned, the guy looked positively appalled at my selection of items. i suppose that a small asian girl, who already looked inexplicably excited, loaded with 2 cans of caffeine and a cup of coffee could be a worrying sight.
"don't worry, i'm not an addict! haha!" i assured him in what i hoped was a reassuring voice, and beamed him a smile. unfortunately, it probably came out in an overly-eager rush ("DON'TWORRYI'MNOTANADDICTHAHAHA [twitch]") because he did not look convinced. his eyes were blue, i noted. he was a fairly attractive guy, but for the fact that his face had the stricken look of a small child who has just been told that santa clause didn't exist: a little bit of fear and a lot of resentment mingled with complete and utter disbelief. awk-waaard. i debated between telling him that the energy drinks were actually for my roommates and not actually for myself, but he turned away in a manner that said, quite distinctly, "dear God, please please please stop that crazy caffeine-dependent maniac from talking to me. many thanks, Young Construction Worker with Nice Eyes." ah, well.
after i got back to my room, i comforted myself with the thought that it doesn't really matter what a stranger thinks of my supposed caffeine intake anyway, b/c it's not like i'm ever going to see him again. besides, there is no way that i am actually dependent on that stuf myself. and as long as i know that, then it's all good, right? no no, i don't need caffeine or any sort of artificial boosts of energy, i say to myself while i sip english toffee cappucino and contemplate a piece of chocolate. it's really all about willpower, you know? all about willpower.