Buzz

They're giving out free samples of "Rockstar" energy drink outside the cafeteria today. I've never had it before, so I took a can. It's 16 oz., "double size" and "double strength." Seems logical enough.

Pop the top. Ksssch.
Ooh, red #40.

It tastes like a snakebite. Or, if that simile doesn't work for you, it tastes like a cactus took a piss.

I've never been a fan of energy drinks. Bawls is the only stuff I've had that actually tastes good. I think Redbull is disgusting, and this stuff is just like that but sweeter.

But the weird thing is that the more you drink this stuff, the more you tolerate it. Once you've gotten accustomed to it, you start to like it. So you keep drinking and your energy comes back.

So I drank the damn thing in about three minutes, and decided it'd be a nifty time to write.

The first thing on my mind is the weather. It's playing games with me. Yesterday . . . holy shit I'm typing quickly . . . yesterday was BEAUTIFUL. Absolutely fucking gorgeous. The sun was out and everything was warm. The snow was melting just the right amount that snowballs were easy to make, and there was this gentle breeze that just seems to carry good feelings on it.

I was pretty happy. Hell, I was sociable. I went to work and had FUN. I was laughing and everything. Throwing snow, getting hit with snow. Not getting annoyed when everyone takes too long to do something. It was a good day.

Today it is raining and snowing, and it looks like shit. The good feelings in my body are running through my feet and back into the ground. Eeeeehhh.

Luckily for me, it's time for midterms. I can take all that negative energy and use it to not write my papers, which will at least give me the pleasure of sweet, sweet procrastination. I look forward to it.

You need something to look forward to.

That's all for today, I think. This drink has lost its thunder.