Books, beer and boys.
It's almost 1am and I am having a difficult time going to sleep. My mind feels like it's racing with a bunch of different thoughts, so I thought I would try to get them all out by updating. I'm just going to write as much as I can without censoring myself and see if that helps.
I usually read before I go to sleep. It's my before bedtime ritual and it makes me happy. However, it's frustrating at the moment because I can't find a book to fit my mood. It's so dumb, I have all of these books but right now none of them seem to be doing it for me. I even have 3 books that I haven't even started yet, but I don't think I want to. I don't want an unknown book, I want the comfort of a book I've read a million times. I want to curl up with characters that I love, on adventures that I know well. It's just. Well. Nothing seems to be fitting my mood.
If a books were beer, I would say that I'm in the mood for my favorite IPA. It's not a beer for most people. It's not even a beer for people who like most IPAs. The first time I drank you, you surprised me by not starting off with your bitterness up front. Most IPAs are bitter from start to finish but no, you took your time and started off with a bright citrusy flavor. I never had an IPA that started off so... refreshing. It was nice, but not what I was in the mood for. The disappointment lasted until right before I swallowed. During that moment all I could taste as you went down my throat were the flavors that most people hate about good beer (you're god damned right it's unapologetically bitter). It was almost painful. You were the most bitter and intriguing mix of flavors I had ever had up until the point, and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, you blended into some grainy malty flavors for a smooth finish and had me hooked. (Oh Stone Ruination IPA, you just get me.)
This older guy who sits next to me at Yoga was wearing a Guinness shirt the other day and I asked him if that was his favorite beer. We got to talking about Guinness and the Proper Way To Drink It (very controversial) and some other guys from the class joined in. We all started talking about beer and our favorites and they all moved closer to me so we could continue the conversation. When the instructor walked in I had this circle of guys around me asking me a bunch of questions about beer, and I felt like Kaylee.
Speaking of guys being weird around me, I've been getting hit on like a lot lately. I've been asked out a lot too. I think it's that I'm growing my hair out? I don't know. As one guy from my yoga class said when I told him I already have a boyfriend "you're cute and you love good beer, of course you're already taken."
sigh. I didn't figure out what book I want to read, but hopefully now I can go to sleep? Maybe?
I usually read before I go to sleep. It's my before bedtime ritual and it makes me happy. However, it's frustrating at the moment because I can't find a book to fit my mood. It's so dumb, I have all of these books but right now none of them seem to be doing it for me. I even have 3 books that I haven't even started yet, but I don't think I want to. I don't want an unknown book, I want the comfort of a book I've read a million times. I want to curl up with characters that I love, on adventures that I know well. It's just. Well. Nothing seems to be fitting my mood.
If a books were beer, I would say that I'm in the mood for my favorite IPA. It's not a beer for most people. It's not even a beer for people who like most IPAs. The first time I drank you, you surprised me by not starting off with your bitterness up front. Most IPAs are bitter from start to finish but no, you took your time and started off with a bright citrusy flavor. I never had an IPA that started off so... refreshing. It was nice, but not what I was in the mood for. The disappointment lasted until right before I swallowed. During that moment all I could taste as you went down my throat were the flavors that most people hate about good beer (you're god damned right it's unapologetically bitter). It was almost painful. You were the most bitter and intriguing mix of flavors I had ever had up until the point, and just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, you blended into some grainy malty flavors for a smooth finish and had me hooked. (Oh Stone Ruination IPA, you just get me.)
This older guy who sits next to me at Yoga was wearing a Guinness shirt the other day and I asked him if that was his favorite beer. We got to talking about Guinness and the Proper Way To Drink It (very controversial) and some other guys from the class joined in. We all started talking about beer and our favorites and they all moved closer to me so we could continue the conversation. When the instructor walked in I had this circle of guys around me asking me a bunch of questions about beer, and I felt like Kaylee.
Click to viewSpeaking of guys being weird around me, I've been getting hit on like a lot lately. I've been asked out a lot too. I think it's that I'm growing my hair out? I don't know. As one guy from my yoga class said when I told him I already have a boyfriend "you're cute and you love good beer, of course you're already taken."
sigh. I didn't figure out what book I want to read, but hopefully now I can go to sleep? Maybe?