May 2011
I feel called to be a Barista.
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Exhale.
Our hearts are breathing
Time stands still for a moment
We are beginning
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April 2011
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I knew it by heart.
My English Lit textbook always seemed to want to hide just before I needed it. It was a thick chunk of a book and I liked to tuck it into my closet, out of my line of vision as soon as I walked into my room. So here I was once again, on my knees, digging through a closet that was overflowing with the omnipresent piles of crap I had managed to acquire over time. The challenge of finding my book...
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Some couples.
There are couples everywhere. I see them connected by the hand as they walk to class. I see them laughing over the intimately small tables of local restaurants. I see them on first dates, second dates and maybe even sometimes last dates.
Some couples are attached at the hip, some seem more independent. Some look perfectly matched for each other, while others contrast with their partner, whether...
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Moleskine.
I had bought it from a small bookstore in the neighborhood above my school, its cover was now worn down and the mauve page marker was beginning to fray at the end. It traveled with me nearly everywhere I went, sitting in the deep pocket of my backpack, sprouting from the confines of my purse. When I was antsy or uncomfortable I would pull it out and snap the elastic with the tip of my thumb.
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Seven words.
Sometimes I wonder how different things would be if I had never met you. I look back at our first conversations, our first touch, our first kiss, and I wonder where my life would have lead had we not been introduced. What if Hannah had never told me to add you on MySpace? What if I had insisted that it would have been crazy for me to send a friend request to someone I didn’t know at all. At the...
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A cup of tea.
I have an inclination towards a strong cup of black tea. The kind of tea that rolls down your throat with rhythm and a taste that lulls on your tongue afterwards. Tea is appropriate for any sort of occasion, and today I was drinking it simply to enjoy its aroma.
It was an average Seattle day: the air had decided to dance around the 40’s, the sky was painted a solemn gray and the clouds carried...
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I wish I could turn my brain into a thesaurus.
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I realized yesterday,
That I really am a huge nerd.
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Dear enthusiastic baristas,
I appreciate you.
