Cut It Out

At approximately 7:09pm I ordered a Chocolate Steamed Nirvana from Dunn Brother's. Sadly, the "secret combination of coffee extract, chocolate and hazelnut with steamed milk and cream" not only burnt my tongue but also tasted burnt. I forget that I don't really care for Dunn Bros. I'll spare you the details of why I went there to begin with and will fast-forward to the point of this post.

It's now 2:40am and I'm wired. I mean, totally, completely awake. Certainly if I crawled into bed I'd eventually start fading into sleep, but I fear that it'll just be that foggy space that isn't awake but isn't yet sleeping either. Lingering in that space for too long wears me out more than if I only got three hours of good sleep so here I am, still up. And it's not only the caffeine that's keeping me up, but it's also the icky tummy ache I have going on too because not only did I have that medium coffee bevvie, but I also ate a sandwich fully loaded with banana peppers and Italian dressing which both give me heartburn. I know better than to put this crap in my body, but it tastes so good (with the exception of the Dunn Bros coffee, as previously mentioned...other coffee shops serve delicious drinks).

Earlier this week I decided that I was going to cut back on my coffee intake. It really hasn't been too helpful lately. If I have coffee in the morning, with or without the accompaniment of some breakfast, I end-up crashing before 2pm. When this occurs I need to either A: get more coffee or B: get a whole bunch of sugar into my system; both options make me crash by 7pm. It's an unfun cycle that I haven't quite gotten around to breaking, except I have stopped having coffee in the mornings. Lately I've been getting coffee in the evenings while I vainly take pictures of myself on Photo Booth while sitting in a coffee shop hoping that some cute girl will notice me and come over and introduce herself. Okay, I thought I wasn't really going to mention how I ended-up at Dunn Bros, oh well.

The odd amount of energy I have right now is utterly frustrating as tomorrow I'm planning on cleaning and re-arranging my room. I have so much fake fuel in me right now that I could have the whole thing done in about a half an hour and will be tired enough to fall quickly asleep, but as it's nearing 3am, I'm sure my housemates wouldn't appreciate me making a bunch of racket as I move stuff around my room. I'll wait until tomorrow then.

So what else is there for me to do? Blog until I have nothing left to say? Take more Photo Booth pictures? Upload more pictures to Facebook? Start chatting with friends who live on the other side of the globe who are awake at decent hours in their country? Or, mark this moment as the crucial point at which I realized that coffee and me don't mix well and vow to cut it out?

Something Sophisticated (an attempt)

If I don't see you more than once a week then each time I do see you, you say: "So, what have you been up to?" and "Why don't I ever know what's going on with you?" and sometimes you even say: "Why don't you send me an email every now and then to let me know how you're doing?"

Depending on how I'm feeling that day I could answer you with a few variations but typically I'll say: "If you'd follow me on Tumblr, you'd know." A couple days ago I realized that's a lie. I've since felt uneasy posting some things on Tumblr and other things I post would probably give my grandmother a heart attack, so I'll just hope she never finds it.

Needless to say, I need somewhere to throw thoughts, hope someone catches them whips them back. I don't mind if it's a curve ball. I can handle it; it would be preferred. Yes, I have a LiveJournal too, and I even had a different Blogger account once upon a time.

Things are different now. I'll keep-up with my Tumblr account as it's become a great community for me and I've met some outstanding people, one for certain I'll cherish my whole life. I will put other things here though: things I've been pondering, tidbits of things I find interesting, but mostly it'll be a good way for you to get to know me. You, the guy who sat next to me in Ms. Craemer's Algebra II class. You, the barista that doesn't mind my pickiness with pastries. You, my sort-of cousin as your aunt is my dad's ex-wife. You, Sister, checking this blog every three months when you remember that it exists and you have a couple minutes after changing a diaper. You, ex-girlfriend/ladyfriend/guyfriend/boyfriend who stumbled upon this and are not certain if you want to know what I'm up to but are now intrigued by my pointing you out. And you, someone who stumbled upon this blog and enjoyed what you read.

So, instead of date night, watching another Food Network Challenge, or doing some cleaning, I've created a new blog. What a successful day.