So I was NOT a coffee drinker until I came to college. In fact, I hated the smell of coffee. I worked at a bagel cafe and they tried to teach me how to make coffee with a fancy, complicated machine and I just didn’t get it. It made no since to me. Why did people need all these flavorings, different kinds of milk, froth, creams, steams, temperatures, and toppings added to their coffees?? I thought it was a waste of time and it smelled bad. Those were my feelings on the stuff.
At OU, we have a Starbucks in the student union. As freshmen, we also have “meal points” to use at the union. This means I can go to starbucks 10x a day for free (well, technically, I’ve already paid for all of this stuff and that’s why I’m in debt….but I don’t want to think about that)!!
I don’t know how it happened. I don’t even remember waking up in the morning and thinking “I. Want. COFFEE.” But all of a sudden, I’ve realized that thought crosses my head several times a day.
I’ve gotta admit, I’ve even started google imaging the words “beautiful coffee.”
Thank God I’m ok with the “skinny” versions of all of it because I can’t control myself. I’m beginning to panic about next year. I won’t have those meal points anymore. So this new habit I’ve created has got to go. I can’t be going to
FIVEBUCKS starbucks every day. That’s just not acceptable. As I write this, I’m standing in line waiting for my Tall, Skinny, Caramel Late. YUM YUM YUM. Can’t wait til it’s hot again and you bet I’ll be all over frappuccinos (however the hell you spell that..).
This bipolar weather makes me a little bipolar. So drinking some hot coffee as I walk to class is my way of coping with these miserably, cold, dreary, depressing days.
IT’S ALMOST FRIDAY THOUGH (translation: it’s almost time for my traditional friday morning starbucks date with my friend Lauren)