iced coffee

I just rediscovered this ol' blog o' mine because my homework inadvertently ordered me to. The reading of said blog has taken me completely off the homework course and has plunged me deep into the River of Memory, where I am splashing around in reverie and thoroughly enjoying the weirdness of past me. Fast forward from college-me to right here, right now, this moment, teacher/grad student-me. I am a different person and in a way I sort of long to be who I was way back when. Although with just a little a dash of maturity and not so many posts about how poor I am. Oh and I guess I should mention that I am at a coffee shop since the title of this post is iced coffee. Although I already drank it all. It was okay. I don't really care for iced coffee because my brain automatically is like "Say WHAT, girl? Why is this coffee cold? Ew, it must be ancient and stale." I MUST do some homework like a productive adult. Cheeri-o.