…because I’m at Starbucks due to my lack of Internet access at Chez Campbell.
Having to borrow the Green Beast (that’s my grandma’s sweet Geo Metro, for those of you not in-the-know) to drive to Starbucks to look on my goddamn facebook is beyond annoying, especially since I have a cold that’s driving me to pop pills every four hours and suffer the oh-so-attractive upper lip “Kleenex burn”.
Something I should work on:
My indoor voice.
Seriously…how does one TALK QUIETLY?? I honestly wonder this. I can whisper and I can talk. Although to some people, my talking apparently sounds like shouting, as evidenced by Julie and mine’s run-in with an unhappy patron of the 76th street Barnes & Noble Starbucks:
“Can you keep it down? I think everyone here just wants to relax and you’re being really loud. If you want to talk you can go further into the store,” said the blunt stranger.
Now, not only does this bitch have the ganjas to approach strangers, she has the nerve to interrupt me while I’m MID-STORY. HELLO! I am busy telling my dear friend JuJuBee about my less-than-thralling geography professor, Rick Lozinsky. Can you at least wait until I’m finished??
The nerve of some people.
I want to take this time to publicly apologize for not getting to see some people while I’m in Wisco for the winter holidays. Maybe I don’t have a bunch of people waiting to see me, but there are people that I definitely want to see but unfortunately have no time to. And if you’re one of the individuals I have plans with and you’re writing on my Facebook to make/solidify plans, I apologize if I miss your comment/message. My aforementioned hassles to get on the internet is my explanation for such oversights.
….
I am SICK. As a motherfucker. I literally can’t get any oxygen through my nostrils, so when I’m eating, I’m gasping for air because my one airway is blocked. My throat feels like someone poured Draino down it, and I sound so horrible that my mom even warned me “You better not be exercising!”
Oops. Too late.
My taste buds are affected so much that the Pike Place Roast at Starbucks actually tastes GOOD. Usually, this specific brew (now the daily coffee available at the Seattle-based chain) tastes like tires and ass. It’s HORRIBLE. However, I’m sipping it now, and it is DELICIOUS. I can’t get enough of it.
I get sick at least once a year, in the winter. It’s my body’s annual ritual: come Christmas break, I am wheezy, exhausted, and congested in every sense of the word. The only exception was last Christmas, which I can attribute to only two things: 1) I was in California (warm weather=less chance of a cold), and 2) I was in treatment and so nutritionally sound that my then-newly robust immune system could fight off anything in its path.
People think I’m crazy for visiting Wisconsin in the dead of winter.
“But I love seasons!” I protested. “I miss snow! I’m actually looking forward to it!”
On the day it was 1 degree with a 20 below wind chill, I started to understand what those nay-sayers were talking about. Just because I can walk outside with wet hair in the Golden State doesn’t mean I should do the same here. But since I refuse to blow-dry and straighten my hair because I don’t want to be any more high maintenance than I already am, I’m either forced to leave the house with wet tresses or wait 5 hours for my hair to dry. Oh, how I wish for straight, thin, volume-less hair.
Some people have all the luck.
