4 posts tagged “coffee”
Coffee is a fairly regular event for me; I'm not necessarily a cup-a-day gal, but at least a cup every other day, and especially on Mondays/Wednesdays/Fridays, my early days. So when, on Thursday, I ran out of coffee for the first time ever, I knew we had a potentially dangerous situation on our hands. However, I'm an idiot and forgot to get to the store, and so Friday morning came along with my 9:00am Spanish class, and I went uncaffeinated and unprepared to discuss anything in Spanish. The initial "conversation" with my profesora that we start every class with went woefully bad; I hate being the student that answers every questions with "uh" or "yes" or "what?" So Friday night a trip to the grocery store was more than necessary.
Usually my grandmother buys me coffee, and I love what she gets me, so I grabbed a bag of that. (I know a great deal about drinking coffee--pour it in a cup, bring cup to mouth, sip carefully, still manage to burn inside of mouth, swallow, repeat--but I know nothing about coffee.) I think I did notice something about "AMERICA'S FAVORITE WHOLE BEAN COFFEE OMGZ YAY!" on the bag (probably minus the "omgz yay"), but I just thought these were silly marketing terms: of course the coffee is made from whole beans, I thought, and happily purchased my coffee.
This morning I woke up at a not-so-early 11 in the morning (hey, I did go to bed at 3, okay?) and decided that nothing would be better than a Saturday morning-ish cup of coffee. I start to open the bag, again notice the words "WHOLE BEAN" plastered all over the bag--geez, they are really pushing that issue, eh?--and notice, "Well, this feels lumpy." And then I open the bag and notice AMERICA'S FAVORITE.... whole beans. You know. As in beans, that are whole, and not ground. Oops...
So I did what any self-respecting college student caffeine junkie would do: I put some beans in a ziploc bag, grabbed a hammer (note that I did not miss an opportunity to say out loud, "Stop! It's hammer time,"), and went outside in all my morning fug to bang the shit out of some coffee beans, and to hell with whoever sees me doing this (which ultimately included all passing traffic on Highway 119 and one of my male neighbors).
This process yielded a not-so-fine-but-possibly-workable coffee crumble, which I have tossed in the coffee maker and am about to enjoy taste experience.
Um. Moving on.
Finals week has finally arrived, and one of the roughest semesters to date is almost finished. I've done everything to put off working on papers and studying for finals (including watching all 6 seasons of Sex and the City for the second time in my life), and now I've poured myself a nice cup of coffee in my favorite mug in hopes that the caffeine will inspire me to sit down and read for this blasted research paper. (So far, the coffee has succeeded only in making me want to tool around on the Internet while listening to the Beatles.)
I spent the weekend having Family Times and being incredibly irresponsible (neglecting two days of practicing when your piano jury is on Monday is probably not the best plan). My brother, his fiancee, and I went out Friday night. We indulged in a bit of old fashioned brother-sister mischief and changed all the sounds on my parents computer--little things that let them know we care. Examples included recordings of us yelling "BYE!" when any menu is closed, "GERMANY!" (don't ask) when any window is maximized, and my personal favorite: "WHEEEE-oo-weee-ooo" any time a pop-up or drop-down menu is used. ("Annoying" does not begin to describe it.) My mom called me this morning demanding to know how to restore the old sounds (or lack of sounds).
Saturday was a day of shopping with mi madre, as every girl knows that before going out of town for a month, new clothes must be purchased. I feel
...Okay, now that I've finished the coffee, maybe I'll actually get some work done.
I woke up early this morning to try and get some work done before my first class. You can see how that's turned out. ~sips coffee in spite of a mysteriously upset stomach~
11 days until Spring Break, and I'm pretty certain that all of my professors have combined their powers to make the next week-and-a-half as difficult to bear as possible. I will defeat them!!!
Ok, the only real impossibility of the next two weeks is the "first draft" of a 10-12-page research paper that's due Friday. Now I've always worked under the assumption that "first drafts" are so called because they are incomplete, and I haven't been too concerned about this. Unfortunately, I've recently learned that it MUST be finished (...why call it a draft, then, I wonder?); furthermore, anytime we miss a draft deadline, our paper grade drops a full letter grade. Maybe I should've started reading any of these nine books I have before Saturday, yes?
Aside from that, life is just a mess of midterms, piano practice (that isn't happening), and composition (that isn't happening much, either). I feel like after this semester is over, the rest of my undergraduate days will be smooth-sailing; I will have completed all my required music classes save private lessons, I will mostly likely NOT be an English double-major anymore (so that's about 10,000 less papers per semester), and I'll just have a few basic general education requirements to complete. August 8th, 2008, my friends (that's right--my prospective graduation date is 8|8|08). I shall hopefully be a free woman. (Until starting grad school some 3-5 weeks later.)
And now, perhaps I'll consider getting some work done.
What method do you use to prepare your coffee or tea?
Submitted by AgentBouche.
I get out a mug, pour the coffee into said mug, clean up the inevitable spill (apparently leaky pot + Joie is a klutz = not good for counters), and proceed to drink. It's a complicated process, I know.
A quick morning post because for whatever reason, for the past 24 hours I've cared nothing about homework and am suddenly madly in love with music the way I used to be. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I've recently married music, but now we're hitting that point where our relationship is starting to lose its spark because you know, we see each other all the time and are becoming accustomed to one another's idiosyncrasies (which have turned from endearing to annoying). And maybe music is a little worried because I've renewed my supposedly platonic relationship with English, and music is like, "Hey? What are you doing?" And I'm like, "Music, calm down. You are my first major, English and I are just friends. It's you that I'm going to do graduate work in. And I can't imagine pursuing a doctorate for anyone but you, my dear." And then music is all relieved and our relationship is at least temporarily revitalized, and we shirk all of our responsibilities to make sweet lovin'.
Translation of the Previous Paragraph: I blew off all homework in favor of listening to and playing music, and it felt good. (...Clearly I should not be allowed to drink coffee, as doing so results in bizarre metaphors in which I "make sweet love" to an abstract concept [the music major]. It also apparently makes me unable to resist the temptation to put subthoughts in my subthoughts.)
The whole purpose of this post (can anyone else tell I used QotD as an excuse to write a long, stupid entry?) is that while tooling around on the piano this morning, I remembered a little theme I absolutely loved from the movie The Great New Wonderful. It's so simple and cute (without being sugary and silly), and if I remember correctly it plays throughout the movie's opening scene. I couldn't find a video of that, so please enjoy this link to the movie trailer (if you have Quicktime). The particular theme I'm talking about comes in towards the end, right where it says "Rebuilding is a process," but I recommend you watch the whole trailer--I enjoyed the movie, although it was by no means a comedy (as the DVD case and the presence of both Stephen Colbert and Jim Gaffigan would have you believe).
Aaaaand I'm done now.
