Snapshots of a Modest Life

The Crime Fighting Team of Caramel and Macchiato

You know I have a paper due the next day when you get a new blog post from me. You know I really don't want to write the paper when you get two blog posts from me within 12 hours. You know I really really really don't want to write the paper when you get a blog post about a new crime fighting team.

It's funny, the creative juices that flow at one thirty in the morning when something is due the next day. Too bad those creative juices aren't flowing in the right direction, eh?

So I was sitting in the dining room typing away at my trusty laptop, when my roommate poked her head through the swinging door from the kitchen.
"You want some coffee?" she asked me.
"Sure," I said. It was the early hours of the morning on a day a paper is due, and the chance was growing that I would not see my bed tonight. A cup of coffee could not hurt. I capped my pen and joined my roomie in the kitchen. She was doing something nice for me, I figured I should join her.
"So what are you working on?" I asked.
"That project I told you about."
"Oh, right. How's it going?"
"Good," she said, "I'm making a pet rock now."
"Pet rock? Sweet."
So we got into a conversation, one of those conversations that seems to meander through the wrinkles of the brain, stopping at every interesting intersection to point out random bits of information. Paper towel roll binoculars, stupid cows, and coffee...sweet coffee.
"I realized that I don't really like coffee, " I said, putting down my paper towel roll telescope. "I mean, I drink Starbucks, but that's not really coffee. It's like sugar water with a little coffee flavor."
"Starbucks kind of scares me cause they say things like Venti and Macchiato," my roommate says.
"Yeah, Caramel Macchiato sounds like some kind of crime fighting team." I alter my voice to sound like some kind of crazy cartoon announcer. "Behold! The crime fighting team of Caramel and Macchiato! Ridding the world of tea one bag at time!"
We laughed. I grabbed my half-full coffee mug and teaspoon, posing in a kung-foo-esque stance. The conversation went down hill from there. All of a sudden I was six years old again, having a paper towel roll sword fight in the kitchen.

After a while we realized that even though we felt like kids, we are in fact college students who have work to do. We laid down our weapons and returned to our laptops. And now I'm procrastinating...again.

All I have to say is: "Skcubrats! I have to finish my paper! Aahhhh!"