What's up everybody? It's Tuesday and I'm procrastinating my homework and studying so I decided to sip down some coffee and blog a little bit. We got finals coming up, this semester is certainly coming to a close.
Coffee is a magical substance. It can calm you down while hurrying you up. It can warm you up on a cold day, and help your eyes flutter open on a summer morning. Coffee is the final reagent that makes for an excellent story. I encourage you to make a nice warm cup of coffee to enjoy while I talk about ski bums:) Then I'll talk about coffee more, how does that sound?
So much like last winter break, I'll be going skiing over the holidays. Skiing is a vacation for the soul, no one seems to realize that. You know why it's a vacation for the soul? Two words: Ski Bums. Ski bums are like the most chill people you will ever come into contact with, truth. All they want to do, is make enough money to survive, and ski. That's it! That's their life right there. It's more chill than any other lifestyle out there. Let's break it down and compare...
Pilot: schedules, delays, currencies, weather etc. All makes for a fun challenging vocation but it's only chill when you're really really good at it or when you have significant downtime.
Partier: drama, alcohol poisoning, getting laid. Yes being a professional partier is probably very fun, however I don't think it's that chill. There are too many things to worry about even while partying. Such as finding a party, or getting laid, or all the bitchy drama that revolves around partying.
Lifeguard: Ok this ones difficult. Upon first glance, being a lifeguard is pretty much the chillest shit ever, and I concur to an extent. Looking at the crisp blue shiny pool, catching your tan and sipping a cold glass of water (recovering from a hangover) while getting paid is simply too chill to give a fuck. The thing about being a lifeguard, is even though the kids are screaming and your boss is bitching...Ok stop. There's no way ski bums are more chill than lifeguards. Like I'm sorry but they're not. So I'm gonna go on about how chill lifeguards are instead.
Anyway, even though the kids are screaming and your boss is bitching, your only concern is a fucking pool. That's it. And when RadioDisney heard over the pool sound system starts playing Island in the Sun, you can't help but wonder if you're getting paid for this or not. It's as if your manager came up to you and said "Hey you're not getting paid for this anymore," would you go home or be like, "Actually, I'm quite comfortable, and my tan is looking pretty good. I think I'll stay."
As the summer progresses as a lifeguard, this chillness fades. Which sucks. Once you've lived the paradise job for a little too long, it's hard to not take it more seriously. After a while all you can think about is "Holy shit. If those kids don't stop fucking around, I'm kicking them out." And the paradise is tainted with worries. As consecutive weeks of nonstop lifeguarding start piling up, the worries pile up as well. The carefree RadioDisney music starts sounding like screamo bands and THOSE FUCKING KIDS WON'T STOP RUNNING. That's when you realize that $9.00/hr is not even almost reasonable for the bullshit you have to put up with 7 hours a day.
Then the summer begins to draw to a close. August rolls around and the kids are back in school. The pool slowly empties out and shifts slowly develop into their initial chillness. Things are so slow, with so few swimmers, that you actually get more breaks than time out lifeguarding. I remember laying down on a pool chair on my last day of work. It was 75 degrees outside, not a cloud in sight. We literally had more lifeguards on duty than we had patrons in the pool yielding me a 45 minute break. RadioDisney played the song "Closing Time" and that was when I realized I really can't complain about being a lifeguard, and in fact those times times I didn't think 9/hr was enough I should probably just relax a bit more.
If I work again as a lifeguard this summer, which I certainly will unless I'm shipped off to Kenya, I should probably reread this, and remember how easy and relaxing of a job it really is. And being able to party every night, and then show up at 2:00pm entirely hungover is nothing short of a necessary ingredient for a perfect summer lifestyle.
Now back to coffee. I hope you enjoyed that little anecdote about lifeguarding and ski bums.
Every night I can't sleep, I think. It gives me hours upon hours of straight thinking time. Then usually I immortalize the idea on paper and share it with the millions of intellectual people who follow this blog. So that's what got me started on the infinite delightful aspects of coffee.
As you probably know, I'm a giant fan of coffee. I love the taste, the diversity, the variety, the warmth, the focus, the energy, and the relaxation of it among a multitude of other things. Think about all the times coffee makes for an excellent drink choice.
On a cold morning, you have to wake up for a flight, or for work, or for whatever it doesn't matter. Even if it's in the summertime, your bones are chilled by the nippy morning air. It's a challenge to keep your eyes open as you zombie-walk through the kitchen to make that warm cup of coffee. You're warm. You're awake. IN ONE CUP. #Amazing
It's Friday night. 7:00pm. Classes are over, work's over, homework's done, whatever. Now you're at that limbo period between the summation of the weeks bullshit, and the beginning of the weekend's gratification. But you're a little sleepy and you're jut planning on relaxing to some Madden. Well it's too early for a beer, tobacco isn't practical, but you need some sort of kick to get you ready. Coffee. It'll get you a little hyped up without damaging or possibly sacrificing your night. It'll calm your mind while you enjoy your Madden. #Striking
You're on a four hour flight from Chicago to Los Angeles. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to sleep on the plane as you're have to adjust to the time change. You need a hearty morning beverage to compliment your breakfast at Great American Bagel Co. you just wolfed down. But what could that be? Coffee. There's no way around it. #Heavenly
And my personal favorite, is when you have like three hours to just murder. Let's say, for the sake of the discussion, that Spring Break started 6 hours ago, and you're leaving for Florida in 8 hours. You literally have nothing to do; already worked out, packed up, Xbox just won't do it for you, etc. That's when a visit to Starbucks is in order. Not many Americans know this, but Starbucks actually has a lounge and seating area for you to enjoy your coffee IN THE SHOP. Yeah, so instead of getting Starbucks and running out to your errands, you can actually sit in a comfortable couch, listen to the fusion jazz, and enjoy your coffee in a calming atmosphere. I can throw down in a Starbucks sipping like 10 cups of coffee for three hours. That time is killed... and enjoyed.
Well that blog post came and went. I should probably go get on that studying and chem homework. Shit's gotta get done. Until next time...
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