Starbucks

This is a snippet of a much larger, more cynical blog I wrote some time ago. I'm posting it because it seemed like a bit too much to put in the comments section of Dustin's blog.

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February 8, 2005

Here's the thing. I was always seduced by Starbucks before, but I became completely addicted in London. I lived with seven other people including two very stinky boys and two slightly loud girls. If the smell didn't run me out, then the fact that I had the fifth year of Harry Potter (Just released Bloomsbury edition, thank you very much.) that HAD TO BE READ. I couldn't do that with the smell and the noise and the yuck. Luckily, that whole thing about there being two Starbucks on every corner is actually true in London. So everyday I'd grab by humongoid, brightly colored HP book and head down the block, past the beloved Apple Store to my favorite Starbucks. Upon entering, I immediately forgot that I lived in a flat that smelled like a big poot (except for my corner which consistently smelled of cotton blossom, lavender, and marshmallow) as the wonderful aroma of COFFEE hit me. Sweet, sultry, sensual, crisp, foamy, wonderful coffee. I grabbed my tall nonfat caramel macchiato and the absolutely heavenly double chocolate muffin and headed up the stairs to where I could sit and watch the second floor passengers of double decker buses float by the window. Good times.

An Alternative Ending

Here's another good one from my past. I think it's telling in a lot of ways. After all, my first crush was on a cartoon fox. I don't have an exact date for this entry, but it was some time around November or December 2003.

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He has a girlfriend. Need I say more.

So I found out yesterday that the guy I've been crushing on has a girlfriend. It's not really a big deal. He was more of an idea that I could sing songs to in the car than someone I could actually see myself with. He's only twenty. I'm looking for someone at least drinking age, if not car-renting age. :-) Besides, I could never date a frat boy. Especially one from a frat that rejected one of my best friends. Total punks.

While listening in on a conversation which I wasn't really a part of, I was reminded of how weird I am and why it is so important that I wait for someone at least three-fourths as weird as I am. They were talking about how awesome The Legend of Zelda video game is. Aahhhh, The Legend of Zelda...good times. No, not the video game. (I could never get anywhere with the video game. I can't get anywhere with any video game. Of course, that doesn't keep me from trying.) No, I was obsessed with the cartoon. Well, more specifically, I was in love with Link. Yes, that's right, I was in love with a cartoon. He was the arrogant, smart-ass, elfin hero of my dreams. In fact, you have to wonder about some of my early choices in men. (Not that you don't have to wonder about some of my later choices.) Among them were (This one's really great, neither human nor real.) Robin Hood of Disney's Robin Hood and Robin from the original Batman series in the sixties. I'm sure there were many more, and I'm sure they were all in tights because, after all, who can resist a man in tights?

I'm Back

I'm making an attempt to organize all my various writing in hardcopy form, but hopefully I can get back to some of my "greatest hits" as was the concept. Anyway...I found this, and I had to share. I'm very thankful I made such "bad" choices. I love being able to see how God was working in everything the whole time.

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March 20, 2004

How I gave up privacy because I honestly just can't keep anything about myself to, well, myself.

Well, I took this blog down because the lack of anonymity seemed to limit my conversation, but then just couldn't get into the whole online diary thing. So, I'm back. I actually decided to put this back up when I realized that one of my old entries was actually helping me with a decision I needed to make.

It's funny how things just fall into place sometimes. Of course, even after I've seen how things can work out, I'm prone to worry that every new time things fall into place it's going to be the time it back fires on me. Anyway, what I'm getting at is that I'll be done with classes in June, my lease is up in July, and I graduate in August. That means there are decisions to be made. The big decision is where do I go in July. It's very sad how we allow ourselves to be swayed by others when we are making decisions in our own life. Bottom line is that I've really wanted to move back to PC to spend time with my family and friends. Tallahassee has proved a veritable black hole in the social scene of someone whose idea of a good time does not consist of drunken puking, and it has left me yearning for people who at least try to understand me. So what has been the big deciding factor for not moving to PC? I'd love to tell you that it's my career, but the truth is I'm not that set in my career decision. I'd love to teach. I'd love to edit. I'd love to play with office supplies all day. I'd love to make a lot of money, but I'd rather avoid high stress, be happy, and do something I actually feel good about. (Whoops, I went off on a tangent.) Anyway, the big factor has been other people's opinions - not only of moving home for a while, but also choosing to teach for a while. Who said that whatever you do after you graduate is the last thing you can do? Hopefully, I've got a long life ahead of me, and I hate to think that I can never do anything else or live anywhere else.

If you are still with me, you are probably wondering where I'm going with this. If everything goes well, I have the opportunity to move home and live cheap for a while, pay off my student loans, try my wings at whatever comes my way, and have some time to make decisions in my life. And I think I'm going to take it. So, the moral of the story is...do what you want and tell everybody else where they can put their opinions on your life!