I don't really have anything that interesting to talk about. If you're still reading after that last sentence, I truly appreciate it and I want you to know that I started drinking coffee. Don't get alarmed. It's only a cup or two, here or there, but mostly when I'm in the library. Thus far it's been an iced vanilla latte from Starbucks, iced Coffee of the Day from Starbucks, hot Coffee of the Day from Starbucks, and a hot vanilla coffee from, that's right, you guessed it, Dunkin' Donuts. I don't know if it's just me, but they all tasted exactly the same.
In other news, I also figured out that I am a poet who struggles with words. For those of you who saw me perform (via Internet or live) my first spoken word, you'd think I had even some semblance of skill. But, no. Alas, that was my one-hit wonder, my Tardy for the Party, if you will. And, dammit I am PISSED. I have about three or four poems I've been working on recently and they just won't GO. I keep watching old Def Poetry Jams and realizing how UNlikely it is that I'll ever be on that show (despite the fact that it's canceled, but you know what I'm saying). Whatever, this isn't me fishing for compliments. I'm just typing here. Everyone is either asleep or tweeting. #notinterested Honestly, it's late, I just wrote an essay and I don't have it in me to start studying for another subject at 1:30 in the morning. If I start, I won't want to stop until I'm done. And if I don't get ample sleep, I'm going to be cranky and unfocused tomorrow. Or, maybe I can just drink more coffee.
