coffee

Medina thought I should blog about coffee so I am, but lest you think that just anybody can boss me around I will state that I mulled about this topic for quite a while and decided that it would be a worthy post after last week's experiences.

Coffee. It is so addicting. But actually, if I grab coffee on Sunday after slash before slash during church I am guaranteeing that I will also order a coffee from the Grind on Monday afternoon, I will crave it on Tuesday and cave and consume espresso beans, I will drink it on a random Wednesday grind date, I will drink it on Thursday and I will crave it but be strong and resist on Friday because otherwise I won't be able to function without coffee on Saturday morning from Sadler which is decent but by no means a good decision.

I drink coffee not by the cup but by the week. Last week I drank coffee almost every morning (the one I didn't, I went for a sun run and then went to bed super early and got like 11 hours of sleep). If I start I just can't stop myself - it's actually a drug and I actually get withdrawal symptoms if I start and then suddenly stop. These are mostly in the forms of headaches and shaking hands but I imagine that I also become irritable (it's ok, I pass it off as sass).

Sometimes I refrain, thinking I'll be healthy and not addicted to caffeine (this is something I started to do when college started, along with my heroic efforts to go to bed at reasonable times which I think I have done a very admirable job at considering that my body always tells me to stay awake until the sun rises). But once I cave - for whatever reason, be it an upcoming exam that I need all night to study for (by which I mean until 2 because all-nighters for exams are just dumb), or an awkward time before church, or social pressure by meeting people at the Daily Grind - there is a long process during which I struggle to free myself from my subservience to the aromatic delicacy and general college student staple that is coffee.

I drink it with a lot of cream and sugar because growing up I was given a choice between black, bitter Dad-coffee and sweet, milky and slightly cold Mom-coffee. Obviously Mom-coffee won. Once I had to drink black coffee because there was no cream and it was really cold outside and I was volunteering on election day and I ended up drinking seven little styrofoam cups full and my hands shook so hard that I doubt, in retrospect, that I was fit to drive. So you could say that I am now scared of black coffee - but at the time I half-convinced myself that I could get used to drinking it like a man. Considering my inclination for excessively sweet foods (see Cadbury cream eggs, anything with marshmallows, all of my baked goods, real soda, and so on), the fact that I generally use two creamers and at least two packets of sugar should not be a surprise to anyone. This is probably extremely bad for me, so sometimes I'll just get an Italian roast and not add any sugar. Anyway, sometimes I like my coffee cold, but usually only if it was once warm and still has the tiniest bit of residual heat. Iced coffee just loses all of the coffee charm to me. A frappuccino or similar icy blended coffee is ok, but at that point I would just prefer straight-up chocolate because the real appeal of coffee is in its smell. Therefore I only drink iced coffee when I am in serious need of a coffee fix and yet the weather refuses to bend to my whims and cool down into fall already.

And I am very excited for fall because it means that I get to wear jeans again. As much as I love dresses...jeans are where it's at. Jeans and scarves and cardigans and coffee at an appropriate temperature - these are a few of the many, many things coming up so so soon. And it's ok for me to say fall is approaching because now it's August and so we're practically there, never mind the next month and a half.