Early Morning Coffee

As I've stated before, I have an eight o'clock class. While I realize that most adults have to rise and be at their designated work work before this hours, I still find it difficult to remain awake and/or civil without some form of drug-induced awakeness. This is usually brought about by me making coffee in the morning before running out the door.

But there's one thing you should know: I make fucking terrible coffee.

It's not that it's weak or unflavored, rather quite the opposite. You see, the coffee that's made in the morning fills only two cups, mine and my friend's. So, when I get everything ready the evening before, it should be obvious and prudent to only put around two scoops of Foldgers in the filter. Sounds reasonable, right? Well the thing is, I usually put four to five scoops in, just to make sure that the coffee will have the kick that early morning requires. This results in an overly-strong brew that has caused me to wince and nearly gag on more than one occasion. We (as in myself and my coffee buddy, Andy) sought to remedy this situation by buying some milk to cut the intensity. Today was our trial run. Even today, despite the milk, Andy did not finish his mug and I barely did mine. By the end, the coffee was not only disgustingly strong, but also cold, due to the milk and the long, cold walk to class. Why I finished it is still beyond me, as by then I had attained an acceptable level of alertness, and that it just tasted terrible.

So now I'm writing this post, regretting my coffee. There is a bad taste in my mouth and my stomach is just a wee bit upset with me. This is a common ending for any experience with my coffee, which should lead to some sort of reform in my drink creating process.

The operative word is "should", seeing as I doubt anything will change in the near future. Old, two week habits are hard to break.

So I find that NERF guns are a college students best friend. Now this isn't anything new to my mind, I just realized it again today. These foam-spewing plastic wonder guns are perhaps one of the best ways to relieve boredom. More active and social than video games, having less required time than sports, and containing more fun than you can shake a substantial stick at, yep, these are fantastic little devices. By making a ten dollar investment in a NERF six-shooter, I have allotted myself more fun than thought possible by leading experts. Sure it's immature and yes some people will probably in all likelihood get pissed at you for shooting the fifth dart into their eye in the past twenty seconds, but consider all the sorts of good times that can be had.

It's amazing. Go. Buy (NERF) gun. Shoot friends. Have a blast.

Welcome to the New Year...now let's work on keeping up this resolution.

So it turns out that I am truly living up to my previous post. It's been a few weeks since I started this thing and I've been informed by certain individuals that I am not living up to the obligations and responsibilities that I signed up for. For this, I apologize and hope to be more of a better person in the future. Moving on...

So I find myself back on campus already being thrown into the hectic swing of classes and whatnot. And despite all my recent fears and dread concerning an eight in the morning science class, I find that early morning is not as terrible as it used to be. A few years ago, or perhaps months/days, I would have bitched and complained that eight is far too early to be doing much of anything much less advanced thinking concerning physics, lights, and holograms. While this stance of thinking may become a part of my life again in the near future, I find that right now my "plight" isn't so bad.

It's odd being back on campus again after having a month-long break. Being surrounded by my peers instead of family is a welcome change, though I hold no grudge nor ill-will towards my kin. Having people my own age to talk to and spend time with is substantially more entertaining. Last night, instead of sitting alone on my couch watching "SuperBad" or "Shoot 'Em Up" (which are movies I recommend for stupid humor or id-satisfying mindless violence respectively) I sat in my dorm and sang musical hits from the 90's with my pal Andy. I found that partaking in epic renditions of "Hit Me Baby One More Time" or "Waterfalls" in the company of fellow human beings to be far more fulfilling. Fancy that.

I realize that I'm rambling and that this entry is made up of less-than-stellar writing. However, I figure that as I haven't really written anything in a while, I should start getting the proverbial lead out. So hear I am, having started this entry at sometime around nine in the morning, when my mental capacity is limited at best, now finishing up. So Andy, I hope you're happy. Now I'm tired and think I might go take a nap.