So here's the thing. At my house, we enjoy coffee in the morning. That in itself isn't that unusual. But my mom and my stepdad only make enough for them when they make it. I can't really blame them for doing this, as I don't always drag myself out of bed when it's actually, you know. Morning time. Let alone before they go to work.
But for the past week or so I actually have been getting up early so go me.
I enjoy coffee as well, but considering they only make enough for them in the mornings I just wait until after they leave and make an entire pot for myself. Because it's delicious. And I need about twice as much as they do because for some reason they think it's a good idea to mix the decaff grinds and the regular grinds together. I don't believe in this. I believe that coffee should have as much caffeine in it as humanly possible. Plus, they make the coffee weak anyway. That's just another problem entirely. So basically, I like my coffee strong and caffeinated, not weak and doesn't wake you up.
Yesterday I ran out of my favorite Irish Cream flavored creamer so when I made my coffee I put a little nutmeg and cinnamon in the grinds. It was fantastic. My mom was aware I did this yesterday and she grumbled a bit but let it go.
One thing you need to know about my mom is that if it's not Altoid flavored cinnamon, she doesn't like it. Meaning she doesn't like cinnamon that actually tastes like cinnamon. Because Altoids, Big Red, those little red round candies that I can't remember the name of, they don't actually taste like real cinnamon. They taste vaguely like it, but with the sort-of-hot factor amped up about fifty extra notches. It's sort of how fruit-flavored candy never tastes like the fruit they're supposed to resemble. Banana, grape, lemon, and especially watermelon and cherry. You'd think that the creators of the artificial flavors had never had real cinnamon or fruit before.
Yesterday, once I had my pot of coffee and everything, I rinsed out the coffee pot, made sure there were no cinnamony grinds in the top maker part, and all was good.
Until this morning.
Apparently, a very slight cinnamon flavor was left behind. Very slight. As in when my mom was bitching about how I ruined her morning because her coffee tastes like cinnamon I took a sip of her coffee. You could hardly taste it. You would barely even notice a difference at all if you were unaware that I made my coffee differently the morning before. And yet, this slight little difference ruined my mom's morning.
Oh well. I made it my way again today. I'll just be sure to rinse it again and not tell her that I put cinnamon in my pot this morning. And at a later date I'll just get my own pot and my own grinds. Possibly ones that are already cinnamon flavored just to annoy her by having them in the house.
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Friday, September 10, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Ambien Makes Winchesters Wiggle And Pixies Change Colors
Alright. I'm going to do this again for tonight. And then I'm going to bed. Supposedly.
I've got sleeping problems. Most of the time lately I've been sleeping for about three hours before waking up and being completely unable to go back to sleep. It's causing problems. You know. Headaches. Being tired when I work. Being irritable cause I'm tired and I have a headache and all I want to do is go back to bed but no, I have to work instead of sleep. The basics.
This has been going on for about a week. Tonight I'm trying to remedy it. I just took an Ambien.
Really, it was the generic version of Ambien. I'm not sure what the generic names for stuff is called aside from the fact that generic Tylenol is "Pain Reliever." Yeah. Way to get lame. But it gets the point across, because both Tylenol and Pain Reliever do, in fact, relieve pain.
Anyway, like I said. Ambien. I just took one. I took it with a cup of coffee which probably defeats the purpose, but whatever. The Ambien Police can suck it for all I care. Coffee is what I happened to be drinking so it's what I took my pill with.
And it isn't like it's regular coffee. My mom can't handle regular coffee, but she needs caffeine, so whenever she gets coffee grounds she mixes half decaff and half regular together. I am not a fan of this, but I am a fan of coffee. And I am also a fan of not spending money on coffee when I can get it for free. I'm like that with a lot of things. I never buy bread. Or mayonnaise. Or tomatoes. But I eat tomato sandwiches quite often.
Yes. I live with my mom again. This is something I'm hoping to change soon. But first I have to get my sleep fixed.
Anyway, I took some Ambien. Once I made the mistake of taking two Ambiens (Ambieii? Ambinetti? I don't know.) and then, instead of going to bed within 30 minutes or so, I stayed up. And stayed up. And stayed up. And started babbling to my friend MJ about how her AIM icon was moving. Because the clouds were fucking moving and the Winchester brothers were dancing around by the Impala even though in reality they weren't. It wasn't a gif image. It wasn't animated. It was just a normal picture. And I drew a picture of a pixie. And she started changing colors and it just didn't make any sense. I mean, she was freaking flickering in these bright neon colors even though I drew her in a mechanical pencil. I wrote a journal entry (when it comes to journals, I keep a handwritten one) that made no sense and was hard to read because my handwriting was all over the place. I didn't even fucking date it right. I said it was January. It was June. I was so screwed up on Ambien that I thought it was winter again. The past winter. Apparently I thought I found myself a TARDIS and time traveled back to January or some shit. I didn't write any of that in the entry, but you can tell. I was insane. All because of Ambien.
Tonight I don't plan on doing that though. I plan on going to bed as soon as I finish writing this thing. Whenever that'll be. Because I can babble with the best of them, but only when I'm not actually around people or I'm really comfortable with them. And gotta be honest, I don't get really comfortable with people in real life all that easily.
Oh. Unless it's shit like books, movies, comics, Blur, that sort of thing. I can babble about that stuff no matter who I'm talking to. Doesn't matter. You hate comics? I don't care. I'll tell you about them. Because it will make you leave and I don't want to associate with people that don't like comics.
Nah, that's a lie. I don't care if you like them or not. Everyone's into their own thing. Whatever. Some people like wrestling. I don't. That doesn't make them any les-- okay. Another lie. Being into the WWE or whatever it is makes you a douchewad. Because I can't think of a single person I like that's into that stuff.
The moral of the story is that if you take Ambien then stay up for hours? You will be drugged out of your mind.
And people that like wrestling are douchewads.
Update: Yeah. I'm awake again. I got less than three hours of sleep. Fuck. But I had awesome dreams due to my iPod playing Nightmare Before Christmas music at me. The dreams were like if Danny Elfman and Henry Selick had a baby. Meanwhile, Neil Gaiman and Tim Burton had a baby. And when those two babies grew up they had a baby together. That is what my dream was like. It was awesome.
I've got sleeping problems. Most of the time lately I've been sleeping for about three hours before waking up and being completely unable to go back to sleep. It's causing problems. You know. Headaches. Being tired when I work. Being irritable cause I'm tired and I have a headache and all I want to do is go back to bed but no, I have to work instead of sleep. The basics.
This has been going on for about a week. Tonight I'm trying to remedy it. I just took an Ambien.
Really, it was the generic version of Ambien. I'm not sure what the generic names for stuff is called aside from the fact that generic Tylenol is "Pain Reliever." Yeah. Way to get lame. But it gets the point across, because both Tylenol and Pain Reliever do, in fact, relieve pain.
Anyway, like I said. Ambien. I just took one. I took it with a cup of coffee which probably defeats the purpose, but whatever. The Ambien Police can suck it for all I care. Coffee is what I happened to be drinking so it's what I took my pill with.
And it isn't like it's regular coffee. My mom can't handle regular coffee, but she needs caffeine, so whenever she gets coffee grounds she mixes half decaff and half regular together. I am not a fan of this, but I am a fan of coffee. And I am also a fan of not spending money on coffee when I can get it for free. I'm like that with a lot of things. I never buy bread. Or mayonnaise. Or tomatoes. But I eat tomato sandwiches quite often.
Yes. I live with my mom again. This is something I'm hoping to change soon. But first I have to get my sleep fixed.
Anyway, I took some Ambien. Once I made the mistake of taking two Ambiens (Ambieii? Ambinetti? I don't know.) and then, instead of going to bed within 30 minutes or so, I stayed up. And stayed up. And stayed up. And started babbling to my friend MJ about how her AIM icon was moving. Because the clouds were fucking moving and the Winchester brothers were dancing around by the Impala even though in reality they weren't. It wasn't a gif image. It wasn't animated. It was just a normal picture. And I drew a picture of a pixie. And she started changing colors and it just didn't make any sense. I mean, she was freaking flickering in these bright neon colors even though I drew her in a mechanical pencil. I wrote a journal entry (when it comes to journals, I keep a handwritten one) that made no sense and was hard to read because my handwriting was all over the place. I didn't even fucking date it right. I said it was January. It was June. I was so screwed up on Ambien that I thought it was winter again. The past winter. Apparently I thought I found myself a TARDIS and time traveled back to January or some shit. I didn't write any of that in the entry, but you can tell. I was insane. All because of Ambien.
Tonight I don't plan on doing that though. I plan on going to bed as soon as I finish writing this thing. Whenever that'll be. Because I can babble with the best of them, but only when I'm not actually around people or I'm really comfortable with them. And gotta be honest, I don't get really comfortable with people in real life all that easily.
Oh. Unless it's shit like books, movies, comics, Blur, that sort of thing. I can babble about that stuff no matter who I'm talking to. Doesn't matter. You hate comics? I don't care. I'll tell you about them. Because it will make you leave and I don't want to associate with people that don't like comics.
Nah, that's a lie. I don't care if you like them or not. Everyone's into their own thing. Whatever. Some people like wrestling. I don't. That doesn't make them any les-- okay. Another lie. Being into the WWE or whatever it is makes you a douchewad. Because I can't think of a single person I like that's into that stuff.
The moral of the story is that if you take Ambien then stay up for hours? You will be drugged out of your mind.
And people that like wrestling are douchewads.
Update: Yeah. I'm awake again. I got less than three hours of sleep. Fuck. But I had awesome dreams due to my iPod playing Nightmare Before Christmas music at me. The dreams were like if Danny Elfman and Henry Selick had a baby. Meanwhile, Neil Gaiman and Tim Burton had a baby. And when those two babies grew up they had a baby together. That is what my dream was like. It was awesome.
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