Sunday, March 8, 2009

I'm late! I'm late! I'm so very late!

The clock prepares to strike midnight, and yet I find myself burning the midnight oil once again.

Today was a very interesting day, but unfortunately due to time constraints, I can only talk about a few things. A highlight of my day was when some crazy war veteran hobo came up to my friends and I and started conversing with us about culture. I cranked my Super Mario Galaxy and Final Fantasy music up to block out the drivel, though in retrospect, that probably wasn't very smart to do. He could've killed me, and I wouldn't have even known what hit me! He also called me a terrorist, which is hilarious considering my Muslim friend, Mohid, was standing right next to me. Yay for stereotype reversal!

Here's some rudimentary math for you guys:

Large mocha cappuccino + Full Throttle coffee energy drink = Epileptic fits

I even predicted it in the morning while walking to Starbucks. I asked "How far off the walls do you think I'll be bouncing by the end of the day?" Well, by midday, I lost control of my hands (they felt numb at a point) and got a bad stomachache. I started coughing, too, but that was probably more of a consequence of sharing mouth contact with Mohid. Here's an artist's interpretation of what I look like when I drink coffee:

She claims that I look like the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, but not the candy. The resemblance is uncanny!

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