Brilliance from a Slightly Tipsy Friend

"Me an' that Russian goddess....reunited once more."

"NO! Nonono---nobody was drunk in the car, except for everyone who WASN'T the driver."

"HIIII!" *stumblestumble*

I suppose you had to be there, but I wanted to make sure it was noted.

Just between you and me.

So, caffeine -- I've got a bone to pick with you. However, since I only have a small representative of you here, I will be directing this entire rant to my cup of tea.

I thought you and me had an accord? I like you. I like you lots. You come to me in all manner of different forms, yummy drinks and snacks - from the blackest of teas to the darkest of chocolates, from the harshest espresso (mmm) to the bubbliest Diet Coke --- and we both know, when I don't have you at the right time during the day, you send a wicked headache my way to tell me that you miss me. I understand. This is how you deal with most people. It's not my fault that you didn't learn the nicest of social skills.

However, today, you reneged on your pledge, you tricksy chemical compound, you. Instead of the ritual headache, you made me groggy as a bat in the daytime and planted the idea of a nap in my mind, but when I actually lay down, you dragged me in and out of sleep every five minutes. It was not kind, I tell you. I'm still half asleep and not rested, but it's several hours later in the day than it was when I lay down.

It's no fun to feel stressed but too tired (legitimately) to do anything.

To put things more concisely: just gimme a headache next time, mmkay?

A sleepy footnote:

So, I'd like y'all to know that I recently got a tumblr account. You can find me there at www.esw.tumblr.com
On that page, there's lots of videos, quotes, and music that I love. Enjoy!

Also: I stayed up waaay too late tonight, and will now be going to bed.

Good night!

Mocking the Beast

Just a special event that has to be announced:

In Genetics today, I imitated the professor's accent for EVERYONE to hear, and people thought it was damn HILARIOUS. Including her.

Thank you, thank you -- thank you very much. : )

Chase the Morning

Hey, you -- crappy mood. Yeah, I'm talking to you.

You know you and your whole icky-feeling, mood-confusing, loneliness-bringing, situation-messing-up, cloud-bringing fucked-up-ness? WHY DON'T YOU EVER LET ME KNOW YOU'RE COMING?

I mean, I think I speak for most of my human comrades, here. Just a note, a feeling, a dream --- something as a way of letting us know that you're on your way. One of your clan. There's lots of types of you.

As it is, you POP out of nowhere - ruining a plan, a morning, a day, a meal - you're pretty skilled at messing things up, you know.

But as it turns out, you don't have to ruin things. Oh, yeah. I know you're quaking in your fancy-looking pleather boots and dashing coat to hear this, but it's true. We humans have got a couple of things up our sleeves. Yeah. It's called patience. Sometimes, it's called friendship. Sometimes it's called therapeutic writing/singing/dancing/screaming -- but either way, no matter under which pseudonym it glides, what it is is RESISTANCE to YOU, Mr. Bad Mood. Take that.

SPECIAL NEWS BULLETIN:

'Nifty' is a fantastic word.

So is 'frolic'.

And 'schlepp'.

As well as 'skiddadle'.

Let's not forget 'flail'. (Hihi...sorry for the inside joke.)

And another word I've always loved? 'Glisten'.

Favorite words in other languages include: trotzdem, fière, wai, pouvoir, and for one of our readers, Pfannkuchen. :)

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