Unstoppable

I'm sure it's normal to pass through phases. A few weeks ago, for instance, I developed a mild obsession with independent coffee houses. I cursed Starbucks for its omnipresence, predictability and infuriating lack of wifi. (though I'm told that it is now available?) So, I found this Denver Coffee House Blog that introduced me to a new, fascinating and independent world of caffeine. I formed a goal of visiting every independent coffee house in Denver. But then I realized that I don't want to travel much further than my local Common Grounds. With late hours, a bustling social atmosphere, free wifi, real dishes and of course GREAT coffee, I give it A-pluses all around. My travelling coffee phase has met a quick end.

Some phases, though, I'm sure will last forever. I mean, once you've discovered the energetic joy that espresso brings, you'll probably never be able to forget it. And I expect to be spending quite a bit more time and money at Common Grounds.

But like my goal to travel the city on a caffeine high, lots of these goals and little obsessions die just as quickly as they began.

I've always loved reading. On most of my school breaks I promise myself that I'll read a few books. I remember carrying home an armful of library books for the Thanksgiving weekend, certain that I'd spend hours immersed in my precious literature. I ended up reading a few chapters.

It's really easy to get these huge blazing ideas, but rarely do I actually follow through with them.
It happens, though. I'm getting better at it. At doing things, I mean. One thing I'm discovering in college is the preciousness of time. There's so much to do that I have no choice but to spend my time doing things.

What's better is, things happen! Friends happen! Fun happens! Fights happen! Life gets hot, life gets cold, but I can't remember the last time I really had a lukewarm moment. It's thrilling.

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I started this entry with the intention of writing about music. And ... my words just wouldn't go in that direction. Now I'm staring at a page of these random rantings about coffee and life's temperature?

I confuse myself. But what's cool is, I teach myself when I write. I don't mean to. But sometimes I'll write something down that surprises me. Somehow, I suddenly and randomly write some profound and random little thought that I never knew I had. And then I remember it forever.

It's a win-win-win situation. The phases. The writing. The coffee shops. Life in general. And it just keeps going.