Its late, however yesterday I “won” some Christmas blend coffee at work, so I absolutely HAD to try it out. Its my duty. I have to know what all our coffees taste like. I need to describe them to my customers. Actually, I just wanted a coffee high.

So here I sit listening to “One Night in Bangkok” and forcing myself to write in my journal. I really don’t have anything deep to say. Which is fine, whenever I do it never turns out the way I’d like it too. It sounds so much better in my mind.

Work has been fine the last couple days. Not a lot to report there, but I must say things have been much better lately. We have a new girl named Savannah. She’s quite amazing and a quick learner. I can tell she’s going to be very good. She’s kind of fun because she’s morman and can’t drink coffee…and works at a coffee shop. I love her to death so far, but REALLY, I see love of coffee as a pretty important prerequisite for working at a Starbucks. Oh well.

School is…well…school. I got a B- on an test I worked my ass off for. That was kind of depressing. I have this eerie problem of completely forgetting how stressful and difficult school is each time I go back. I refuse to quit this time. I’ve become a much different person over the last year or so. I’m not so much into giving up anymore. I think that came mostly from recognizing that I am a quitter. This is my way of proving that I can overcome that habit.

A blanket of snow hit Calgary last night. Snow is always fun…the first time. It only seems to get worse from then on. Its crazy how the first snow always seems to solidify the feeling that Hallowe’en is a few days away. I can feel the creepyness of the spirits floating through the air. Well…I love the creepyness…whatever it happens to be. Ok, not creepyness. Its a mystic aura that surrounds the newly darkened landsape. There…that sounds more poetic.

After all, I want to sound more poetic. This isn’t a good example. Hell…its coffee induced rambling. I love these. Its almost as though I’m giddy to the core of my spirit. For no real reason, but coffee. So I just chant my thoughts through my fingers on the typewriter.

Well, if you call these thoughts. Actually, I suppose that if I’m thinking them, their thoughts. A thought needs no purpose to be a though. Needs no meaning just so it can be expressed.

I should shut up. I’m annoying even myself with this absurdity.

Work - good
school - ok
sex life - LOL
love life - gave up

Goodbye for now