Blogging from Places: Starbucks

Ah, I dos o love this place.  What place?  Starbucks.

Aside form the fact that the entire establishment smells of coffee and backed goods (two smells that I absolutely adore), it has some of my favorite drinks.  I know I’ve been cleared from my liver function tests, but I am concerned about a relapse since I haven’t been sleeping a lot.  Being in and out  of the ER and having my boy keep me up does not make for eight to ten hours of steady sleep.

Instead of my usual latte or mocha, I’ve got a mango smoothie.  It is fucking delicious.  It’s all fruit and protein powder and it makes me feel all good.  The only downside to this chilled drink is that if I take outside it’ll turn into a Popsicle.  It’s really good out and while many of my peers are choosing the warmer drinks, I like this.  It’s caffeine free and healthy.

Let’s see, on to other news…  Like I mentioned before, my liver function tests came back normal and therefore, I can engage in physical contact sports and activities, have caffeine, and alcohol.  Amy Pond is still in the hospital.  We do not know what is wrong wit her, we only know that she is miserable.  They’re running tests but nothing has come back.  I’m really worried about her.  It’s really scary.  I’m still writing in the story I mentioned, it went along with my muse poem.  It’s going slower, but it’s still moving.  I know I should edit (because my first drafts are usually so fucking wordy that I sit there with my red pen and go “how on earth did I write this?”), but I want to try and finis the second chapter before I do that.  Hopefully, I would finish the outlined chapters three and four before I started on edits, but I don’t know how well that would go.  Not that I don’t think I wouldn’t be able to write, it’s just getting to be that time of the semester when all my teachers dump work on my simultaneously.  Usually when that happens I stay awake at all hours and ignore everything, including my editing.  I am determined to get through this, at least through the rest of the chapter.  If I really want to edit after that, then I will.  Hopefully that will go alright….

On the list of things I need to do this weekend: text set, annotated bibliographies, worksheet for grading, reading response for math… Homework wise that is it I think.

OH!  So, my boy wasn’t in a great mood last night but he said he had a present for me.  I went and got it and it was necklace.  It’s pretty and sparkly and made of diamonds.  Not all made of diamonds, but just the charm.  🙂  He’s super nice like that.  🙂  He makes me feel very special (and not eat the paste special)

I think I need to try and finish this stupid kissing scene before I run to meet up with Mayzie la bird and … shit I don’t have a name for her!…. ummmmmm  The Jewelry Maker!  YES!

Don’t Forget To Be Awesome!

Chilled to the bone

Despite the blankets

the robe, the sweat pants,

even the yellow hat

I am still chilly

Cold in my house

My laptop humming away

Coffee long since drunk

My body still craves heat

Under the covers

In your arms

I do not like the cold

I prefer warmth

Like summer heat

that I find in your embrace

Or in the middle of July

Where all I need to wear

is shorts and a bikini

So be content

Warm, not chilled

Fuck this cold weather

Back to our regularly scheduled weather

No longer do I sit outside

In a brief, but indulgent Indian summer

Currently, I cling to my jackets

The chill numbs me

Whips my ponytail into my face

I enter the doors to class

Warmth filters, touching numb skin

Bringing red life back to my cheeks,

nose, ears, hands, but not my palms

My palms are warm from being wrapped

around my coffee, copiously mixed with cream and sugar

once in class, I sit and brace myself, storing up

Heat for the next time I venture into

My regularly scheduled weather

Indian Summer (in December)

The calendar marking off days

Until that special time of year

when St. Nicholas stops by

Says that today is December 4th

 

It most certainly did not feel like

December 4th, a cold month

A freeing month with the wind nipping

At your nose and cheeks

 

It felt like March, April, or May

Warm, pleasant, not too hot

Perfect for SAD, perfect for

Sitting on a bench with a book

 

Whiel December is meant to be cold

I do not mind for today

This warm weather has put me

in a splendid mood 🙂