Sunday, July 3, 2011

My Ode To Coffee

Coffee. I heart you.

In a world where more kids know how to get pot on the daily and adderall for finals than knowing our Vice Presidents name, I’d say my addiction isn’t so bad. In fact, I think I just justified it.

I remember my early days with coffee, when I would tag along with older family members to the newly popular Starbucks and get a decaf caramel frappuccino, then came the strawberries and crème. I’d say it wasn’t until college that my decaf days slowly began to reach their end. Thanks to late nights for papers, the dreaded finals week, I slowly began to down sugary, sweet cups of coffee, and somewhere down the line I slowly began to appreciate the beautiful, strong smell and taste of freshly brewed coffee. I can’t imagine starting my day without a cup of coffee. I love that I’m a fan of sweet tasty frappuccinos, iced drinks, hot lattes, tasty macchiatos, and just a simply cup of black coffee with a little bit of milk and dash of sugar. I love:  the jump start it gives my day, the great mood it puts me in, drinking a nice hot cup on a cold winter day and a refreshing iced coffee on a hot summer day, that it makes me a nicer person, the smell of it, the beauty perks (it helps fight aging), and the happiness my favorite coffee joint brings me aka Starbucks. I don’t care how commercialized it is. I love it and hope you do too.



Saturday, May 14, 2011


Laugh when you can. Apologize when you should. And let go of what you can't change. Love deeply and forgive quickly. Take chances and give your everything. Life is too short to be anything but happy. You have to take the good with the bad. Love what you have. Always remember what you had. Forgive. But don't forget. But always remember that Life goes on.

Alright I admit it; I stole that from someone’s facebook status.

As cheesy as it is, it’s so true. We all read these cheesy quotes and write them on our tumblr, status, tweet them, put them up in our room, etc, but what good does it do if you don’t live by them? I read this status after one of those everything has gone wrong days. And after that everything has gone wrong day it was nice to read. Yea, the quotes a little long but if we all really just focused on one part of it and stuck to it we’d all be much happier. 

Maybe just choose to let go of things you can’t change.  Life is much too beautiful and short to spend precious time and energy on things beyond our control. Learn to let go. There is no room for pity parties in our lives. Do what you need to do, whatever that may be and let go. Sure, it’ll take time but just remember at the end of the day, you are having to let go from that specific thing for a reason.  And with time the reason will come into clarity. Or learn to take a chance. From the smallest of things like texting the boy you like or taking on a new job or whatever. Do it! When you’re old and withered you’ll be glad you did.


Monday, March 21, 2011

Bon Voyage-

I love flying, I really do. I love the atmosphere of the airport, airport food, the magazine stands, the boarding passes, sitting at the gate with a bunch of strangers, boarding the plane, and finding out who you’ll be sitting next to. That’s my favorite.  Maybe I’ve seen one too many chick flicks but there’s something exciting about the possibility of sitting next to this complete stranger and having this “connection” right off the bat. Let me tell you about my cutie. It was freshman year and I was flying home for winter break. This cute guy sits next to me, we exchange “hi”, “nice to meet you” and such. Being extremely sleep deprived from finals and looking haggard, I decide whatever I’ll just fall asleep. Drifting in and out of sleep I notice the cutie is fiddling with something in his bag and he keeps looking over at me. For some reason I thought I had seen him handling something black and of course being on a plane and the ever paranoid Americans that we now are I think in my half-dazed state “Oh crap this guy has a weapon. I am going to die!” So I wake up all alarmed and finally look over and see he was just picking up his “this is a chick magnet”dog. I fall for it without a doubt. And for the remainder of the 1 and a half-ish hour flight we bond over his dog and fill each other in on bits and pieces of each other’s life. The cutie, originally from socal was attending SFSU. He told me about his family, his roommates, possibly becoming a fire man, there was attempted eyelash batting, and finally as we’re getting our bags he offers to help me with them, which I gladly say yes to. I don’t know about you but there’s nothing more exciting than knowing you’ll probably never see this stranger again which I think makes it all the more special. Kind of lets you let your guard down with them. And makes for a good story, I hope.  

Pushy vegetarians-

I’d be lying if I said I had no pet peeves because let’s face it, we all do. Well one of mine is pushy vegetarians. I totally have nothing against being a vegetarian, I mean I was one for three years and I haven’t eaten red meat in 5. But it's the pushy ones who are my pet peeve. I can’t decide if they annoyed me more while I was a vegetarian or now that I’m not! There are people who are already on your case about not eating meat when you are a vegetarian so why be pushy and little miss know it all informing people on reasons why they shouldn't eat meat. Just like I don’t want to hear reasons why I should eat meat, I’m sure we all don’t want to hear reasons why we shouldn’t. It’s a personal choice. Simple as that. Eat a cow, don’t eat a cow, eat chicken, duck, buffalo, or whatever (or not) your little heart desires but don’t try and push people to one side or the other. It’s annoying and just turns people off. The pushy little vegetarian, I’m sorry, vegan in my class last semester thought she’d take it upon herself to inform us all on how easy it was and blah blah blah. Sorry girl, I like milk and ice cream and pretty much would take it through an IV if I could but that would probably lead me to overdose on lactaid pills and well that doesn’t sound like a great idea. Anyways, let me eat what a want to eat and I’ll let you eat what you want to eat. If I want a grilled cheese from in&out I’m not going to sit there and tell people not to eat the double double just because I feel bad about eating a cow. All you’re making them want to do is stuff the meat patty right into your mouth. I don’t think you’d like that very much.