Life6- Cappu-ccrap-o
I have about 23 minutes before my next study session begins so let's get some blogging done.
--me trying to uphold my recent promise to be "back in action"
y'all know how hard it is to type with acrylic nails? i feel like bonquiqui right now. **tap tap tap DAH-LEET DAH-LEET**
I usually rep' my tiny boy nails but i wanted to treat myself after my summer term final. So, my hands look super cool and trendy right now but I also look like an orangutang on a typewriter in this coffee shop. #checksandbalances
Seriously though, it's not casual looking in any sense of the word. I've determined the "c" is definitely the hardest to hit accurately. The comma wins second place for "most difficult". Was it worth it? ---definitely not.
Also, this barista chick completely messed up my cappuccino. it's like she made it in an easy bake oven with her eyes closed and no arms. Is that mean? Well, my coffee tastes like burnt sadness so she started it. nanny-nanny-boo-boo.
CAN 'YA TELL ITS A MONDAY? 😬
slight interlude:
When I got my cappuccino previously, I also got a cup of water. Hydration is key, folks. I've been here enjoying my water and (not enjoying) my cappuccino for about 20 minutes now. I over hear some girl behind me tell the barista [OH NO. OH NO. OH NO. something is definitely wrong with your water. YEAH NO its not supposed to taste like this. It definitely has hints of fishy-ness in there].
So....like...you guys....i thought it was fine.....but i'm also staring at my water cup extra confused now. Was i not paying attention to the water taste? Is that girl just crazy? am i crazy? should i continue to drink said water? what if it taste fishy the next sip just bc i'm half-expecting it to? welcome to my brain of unnecessary anxiety over minute un-important things.
--------------next day--------------
update ^^^ i didn't have any more of that water.
surprise! I'm at another coffee shop ( PJ's) bc the franchise is my one true love [no secret there]. Shoutout to Kyle for making it happen. Baby-nascent Brooke had such a lesser heart rate before you came along. #southerpecan
I'm trying to get 7 hours of MCAT prep in before pool time with the peeps later BC IT'S 4TH OF JULY which means it is 8:15 and i'm on my first study break. I added 6 minutes to it bc i went through all my bio notecards like Apolo Ohno. **pats self on back for small victories
Blog Poll:
It is easily -7 degrees in here. I have exactly one blanket in my car. This blanket just so happens to have Pocahontas images very largely printed all over it. Now, I'm already wearing two shirts and a sweater (also fluffy socks) in July - so a blanket shouldn't be necessary. If, however, it does come down to that...How embarrassing would y'all rate it? On a scale of 1 to getting your hand stuck in your own car and having the fire department save you via the jaws of life mid-day? All i'm saying is that I'm not above it.
JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH.
I just walked back inside (I had been outside to defrost my body) and there is a note on my table that someone, some blessed-kind-superstar-saint-lovely human bought my next coffee. Why are people so nice? The human race, I tell ya what.
Well, Monday's cappuccino girl had her struggles ;) we all know this
Overall, though, Tuesday humans outranked the Monday humans.
Is it too much to happy cry in public? yeah? k, cool. I'm cool. promise. This is just so unnecessarily kind, I can't get over this. I love coffee and I love you, mystery person. GUYS I AM SO HYPE WITH HAPPINESS. ( it doesn't take much, eh? 😂)
you guyyssssssssss people are so niceeeee
study break numero dos:
I'm back outside to defrost. As of this moment, the Pocahontas blanket is still in the trunk. I know at least one person (hey maw maw) was reading this like, "Please GOD don't let her bring a pocahontas blanket into a public place. How will she ever meet a man?". Now, In my mind, that could only UP my cool-ness factor. I am well aware, however, that my brain works in a special way. Y'all wanna know how many times it took me to accurately type "brain" instead of "brian" just then? Four times. I don't even know anyone named Brian.
Btw, the Pj's lady came up to my table and told me who bought it- bc she didn't want me to think it was some creeper guy. To which I replied, "he could be a 12 out of 10 on the creeper scale. If he wants to buy my coffee, I have zero qualms."
Turns out it was some guy who was already a practicing physician that supposedly is a regular
I'm not jealous that he already has his career **cough cough
nobody is more regular than 'my-regular' at coffee shops - so challenge accepted bro-heim
He saw what I was studying for and thought coffee would help. Are my six textbooks, one planner, 64 pens, and 2 graph paper tablets that noticeable? 🙈
-----------different day same PJ's------------
Y'all. HONESTLY. I should never leave this booth. It's a lucky booth. I'm convinced.
This girl (hey Hemi) just came up to my booth and said, "I'm sorry this is going to seem really random but you just look really stressed." I replied, "oh don't worry that is just my natural state of being."
I am consciously aware that my anxiety is the worst but it still surprises me when random people claim to just see my stress on the exterior. Do I walk around grimacing or heavily sighing all the time? Y'all need to tell me if I do.
is this what i look like to other people? LMK
I truly thought she was about to read my aura or go all long-island-medium on me. Turns out she just wanted to tell me about some hair salon in town which begs my next question - How ratchet is my hair in this moment? She was going to give me a super deal on some fancy spa treatment thing just bc she thought I seemed nice and deserving. BUT WHY ARE PEOPLE SO NICE.
I'm well aware that it could just be b/c they needed more customers--- but I choose to believe the latter.
Unfortunately she was still going to have to charge me something, and it was more than five dollars so I had to say thanks but no thanks. I felt really bad bc she was doing something super nice. But maybe I like to live in an anxiety-ridden state with my hurr super cray and my eye bags 12 ft long. Nah mean? Let me live my life, lawd.
I shall finish this post with a little pic my friend sent me maybe 3 hours ago. I'm still laughing over it so maybe it will give y'all a good giggle too.
7/5/17