I know eh!
I love her so much. Being an aunt is great because I get to play with her and stuff, but when she gets cranky she goes back to mommy heeheehee
So today, I finished my last in-classroom session of driver's ed. I've always been afraid to drive and today of course, they showed us what to do in an accident and all that stuff. I think the course has been good in getting me prepared for what to experience on the road though, even though it has me a little nervous.
I was the oldest in the class.. I was in a room full of sixteen year olds talking about cartoons and they didn't know who the Animaniacs were. Come on, guys.
I was probably closer in age with the teacher than these kids. At one point we had to calculate our percentages for a test and I didn't have a calculator so I just asked if anyone else had gotten the same mark as I had and what their % was. I said "I haven't been in a math class in 5 years" and I heard some snickers. That made me feel old lol. They were finishing up elementary school when I graduated so it probably seemed like an eternity to them. Oh well.
I can legally go to bars anywhere I want to so poo poo to them.
The thing is, I don't look 22. I look 16, so maybe they thought I just never took math. Ever. Then in that case, they would be jealous. Let's face it. Math sucks.
This morning was really hot and I studied outside before class started, and I managed to sunburn my tattoo. The flower one. Of course I didn't notice, since it's pink anyways.. But noticed it was starting to get irritated.. And raised. So I burnt my flower. That sucks.
In other news, Starbucks baristas do not know what regular coffee is.
I am absolutely serious.
I was running late today and skipped out on breakfast and coffee and just ate a banana on the way to class and got some Starbucks coffee in the mall. The lady ahead of me orders some strawberry.. thingy.. The man ahead orders some kind of cappucino.. I go up.
"Regular coffee please"
"You mean like.. Our house coffee?" The barista asks. 2 of them are actually there, both staring at me funny.
"Coffee flavoured coffee" I say. Just like Denis Leary: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQxgv4QtKM8
I paid like.. $2.25 for this cup of regular old coffee. Shit. I should have just walked across the parking lot to Tim Hortons. They don't have soy milk there, but I was carrying some on me anyways. You can get an extra large for that price. It's good coffee too, not that funky zesty African citrus bold dark double roasted whatever the hell it is. It's just regular coffee flavoured coffee.
But me being a snob, I don't want to take my business to a place that doesn't even cater to people with dairy allergies. Plus they always have a million people in the lineup and drive-thru and Starbucks was right there and only had 2 people ahead of me.. Instead of 200.
It was pretty amusing, though. Starbucks is quite the yuppie place.. I'm sure they don't get many people that walk in and go "REGULAR COFFEE PRZ"
They always ask what size you want too, and they don't seem to understand "Small", "medium", or "large". Noooo you have to say "Tall" "Short" "Grande" and shit like that. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
They ask me "Would you like a grande size?"
"Uhh.. Yeah, regular size"
-More blank looks-
-I point at the size of cup I want and go "That one"-
Usually I go with my boyfriend and he speaks Starbucks so he will order for me. I tell him what I want and he just orders it. When I'm by myself, It's like I'm at a gas station. "Regular coffee, fill it up."
It's funny too, because they have this tip jar. They expect a tip too, as if their coffee isn't expensive enough already, now you have to tip the baristas for doing what they're supposed to be doing. Putting coffee in a cup. I do this every morning. Where's my fuckin tip? Hey, I brew it too. Not just for me but for my boyfriend as well. He doesn't tip me. The other day I made him oatmeal. That's worth something right? Oatmeal AND coffee. And I didn't microwave it either... oh no I made it stovetop. That's like.. Extra effort. I should get like.. 5 bucks.
So I just gave the barista my 3 unwanted pennies and went on my way outside to sit in the sunshine, drinking my coffee-flavoured coffee.