At camp, today was the weekly“Wacky Hair Day.” Given that I haul my ass out of bed approximately three minutes before I have to be at work, I have one standby entry—bedhead. Today, however, a particularly enthusiastic eight year old was not satisfied with my (lack of) style.
So she snuck up behind me with a can of that weird colored hair spray and dyed my hair purple.
And I thanked her later, because your day is always better when you have neon hair.Today the World’s Cutest Child informed me that I looked “just like Maria [Sharapova] on TV.”
Did I mention that I was going to kidnap her?
Example: I made the mistake of grabbing the broken basket of tennis balls. Long story short, it dumps out a hundred and fifty balls every five minutes. Tons of fun. I happened to be on the other side of the net attempting to correct some poor kid’s backhand. The World’s Cutest Child walked up to the basket to put some balls in it. As luck would have it, it collapsed right then. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her eyes get EXTRA big, complete with teeny hands covering mouth. She, mercifully, was able to gather all the balls while I was still on the other side. Then she walked up to me and earnestly said “I accidentally knocked over all the balls but I picked them up.” *look sad and serious* “Are you mad?” *lip quiver*
It’s generally bad form to physically melt from cuteness while on the job, so I’m going to kidnap her for later.
So. A blog.
I'd love to have an "occupation" blog (waiter, lawyer, stripper, etc.) but as a student between high school graduation and college matriculation, I don't qualify. If we're going with a central theme, it's coffee. (At this point, everyone reading this knows me, so just nod and pretend this is new.)
I love coffee, but as my title says, I do more than that. I believe in it. Our culture, hardly tolerent of any chemical enhancers, has made an exception for caffeine. (If we hadn't, the economy would have ground to a halt long ago.) Caffeine lets us stay up late and then get up early, allowing us, as humans love, to resist the boundaries naturally placed upon us. Caffeine helps us think more quickly, and occasionally, in a different way.
My general attitude and behavior is influenced in part by coffee consumption, but often, I make excuses for my hyperness, overenthusiasm, and general weirdness by blaming it on caffeine. I get many strange looks, but my life is never boring. I suppose I should have called this something else, something like I believe in exploring one's natural abilities to the fullest extent, rejecting societal norms, and in general acting like a nutcase, but that makes for a bitch of a URL. Coffee is only six letters.
And it's tasty.
