Day #81 - Coffee Coffee Coffee.

Posted by Alex | | Posted On Friday, 20 November 2009 at 18:14

I decided it would be a good idea yesterday to buy some Columbian coffee in Tesco. I was wrong. It was possibly the worst idea I've had since coming to University. I drank two cups yesterday, and then two cups today. I then followed up my two cups of coffee today with a large soup-bowl of Cappuccino from Costa Coffee and a "solo Macchiato" which was probably the worst idea ever.

Now, why have I been drinking so much coffee? Is it because I have an essay due and I don't want to sleep, so I can get it done in a rush? Heck no. It's because I want to be more worldly in what I drink, coffee-wise. I mean, everyone has had their fair share of Nescafe Gold Blend, right? I feel like I need to branch out. I drink multiple flavours of tea, from the traditional English Breakfast (which despite my disdain for it, is far too common to avoid) to the more eccentric Chai or Lady Gray.

I started 'experimenting' with what coffees I like and don't like by ordering a Cafe Cortado in La Tasca one day. That I can admit to liking. Shots of Espresso, solo, without a main coffee, go down a treat if I feel I need perking up, but taste foul much like the Macchiato I ordered today. Cappuccinos are slowly working their way to being my 'favourite', though I have a soft spot for the Mocha and its variants. Some day, I'll stop drinking all this crap, and live off water I suppose.

Day #76 - On Dashboard Confessionals

Posted by Alex | | Posted On Sunday, 15 November 2009 at 16:38

It's all over. All over my social networking spaces, and all over my face. I'm not in the best of places right now. I'm really at a low point, but, I suppose that's what's to be expected when the girl you claimed to love thought that you were getting bored and decided to call it all off when you were really having such a lovely time. It's a bit of a blow, and that's an understatement.

I suppose I've done my five stages of grief, and now I'm onto my own five stages of recovery, which seems to entail "listening to Morrissey, Bright Eyes, and Dashboard Confessional", "playing The Mars Volta loudly on the bass", and "eating a lot of bread and paella". It's not the best way to recover, but, when you're trying to get back to 'being friends', with a glimmer of hope that your 'bargaining' stage doesn't backfire and have her hating you, it's all I can do.

I wish I could write "In happier news...", but, I honestly can't. Sure, I've worked; sure, I've got University still on the go; but, there's no happy news. It's just one big ball of "Well, that sucks". Who knows, maybe in a few more days I'll be back to my chipper self, or, maybe not. Maybe I'll be set-in-my-ways, and back to being the mopey old me who wasted so many opportunities as a teenager, but, now stuck in his twenties.

Suppose now's the time to walk out, click that Publish Now button, and move on? Or maybe, cling on to the hope that she'll still be there in a few years, when there's no distance between us, and that she'll still have some vague attraction to me...