coffee problems

i also want to address a problem that seems unique to me at coffee shops. i won't go as far as saying always, but about 60% of the time, my coffee/drink order will go unfilled. there's one particular starbucks where it has happened about four times (and i don't get coffee all that often), and today at dunkin' donuts, three- yes, three- women were involved in taking my order, and not one of them actually made my coffee. one started cleaning, one disappeared completely, and one was on the phone the entire time so i sort of expected she wasn't going to help me anyway. i ended up milling around for a few minutes before the lady who started cleaning asked if i'd placed an order. i ended up getting my coffee, and it was no big deal.

i've started to wonder though if there's something about me that makes coffee shop employees think that despite ordering, paying, and then hanging about waiting for my coffee, i'm not all that serious about actually getting a drink. my theory is that i'm too nice. if i went in and barked out an order, damn straight i'd be getting a drink. by smiling and being my quiet self, i give the impression that i'm cool with waiting a really long time for a drink. it's a hard life for julyna.

my experimental phase.

brandon had to shave for his new job. it was very sad for me- more sad for me than him. his beard is pretty glorious. and pretty. from a november photo shoot:



i'll see you again soon, beard.

holiday freedom: over.

my feelings about returning to school are best expressed through a series of portraits titled "things i don't want to do, but will do anyway."



photo 1: sadness. disbelief. regression to pre-holiday stress level beginning.



photo 2: concern. stomach running on butterflies. considering an outfit change.



photo 3: succumbing to the reality of a scary and trying 08.

taking it.

my family differentiates between brown pop and clear pop. my niece is not allowed to have brown pop, and my grandparents have managed to cut it out of their diets almost entirely.

i blame it on the local news. how else could random family members come to the same odd conclusion about pop? i'm willing to bet the $150 that i had to pay to comcast for unreturned equipment that there was some expose on channel 7 about how brown pop will not only ruin your insides but crush your spirit, render you unable to love, and kill your cats or dogs. sort of like comcast.

i dreamt last night that comcast had the same address as me, so when sending off the $150 i'm being scammed out of, it was coming right back home to me.

the most annoying thing about the comcast ordeal is that money is due on christmas- not that it's an extra $150 to spend on top of the other money i'm happily spending on friends and family. it's that two years after terminating my service and being told i'm squared away, i'm required to pay them by a day mail doesn't even fucking run. i guess i should be thankful that they gave me three business days to handle their error before putting it on my credit report.

wait- back to pop.