Daily Drug Dealing Dolls

Everyday I literally have to argue with myself to convince my brain and feet to work together and get out of bed. Arguing with yourself is a hard thing to do because you are making arguments and counterarguments and rebuttals to yourself! Yourself of all people! By the time i get out of bed, it is around 45 min before class starts. It takes me around 15-25 min. to get ready for class. Usually when the class is a early morning class i'll throw on a pair of pants and a hoodie and grab my Tech hat and run out of the dorms. The only thing on my mind is coffee.

For those who know me, i'm a true caffene addict. It is my drug of choice. As i carefully walk down two flights of stairs, trying not to fall over, i wonder about the day's weather. This is ironic because i had just checked the weather on my computer. No matter what in on the computer, it never compares to what is actually outside. I trudge through whatever Lubbock throws at me around the music building and into the SUB with sounds of chatter and the aroma of books and coffee: the Barns and Noble SUB Starbucks.

Every day there is a group of professors who sit at a table and chat about, who knows what. I go and pick up a power bar and head to the cash registar. There are usually three of my daily drug dealers behind the counter. Each one seemed more awake than the other. I do not envy them at all. I could not get up that early to make other people coffee.

On good days, i smile back or nod and mumble a thank you along with my daily order of a Carmel Mocciato not too sweet Grande. This starbucks tends to make thier drinks on the sweet side compared to other starbucks. By asking a "not too sweet" it makes the drink to the same consitancy and sweetness as other stores. (hey, at least we don't have a starbucks in our parking garage like Baylor does).

Eventhough i don't always show it, these girls always brighten my mornings just alittle bit. They get an extra few points when they hand me my cup of coffee and its well made, but each of thier bright personalities puts a spark into everybody who enters and orders from that place. Usually, after the first smile and the ordering process, my mind's ice has broken away and i can start thinking coherently. After the first sip...i'm good to go for the rest of the day.

I have become a "regular" there. If they are not too busy, someone starts my drink, and by the time i purchase my power bar my drink is mostly ready. I should start going up there and just saying, "my regular please." I don't know if i really will though. It is interesting, depending on who's looking and working there in the mornings, i can feel them grin to themselves...they see a regular.

I never see any of them outside of the coffee shop. And I always wonder if they have a good day after work. But they are a group of "drug" dealers that brighten my day each and every morning. They have impacted my life in a small but special way...much like many people we interact tend to do. I hop down the Starbucks/Union stairs and walk briskly off to class, ready to think, with a grin on my face and 5.45 dollars poorer each and every week morning.

Malorie

((Malorie is not this person's real name))

The very first time i met Malorie is in my freshman World Geography class in the downstairs lecture hall in High School. I remember her telling our intructor that her dad is a fire fighter and knew one of the firefighters who was killed in that week's fire. I remember having mixed feelings over her. I wasn't sure if she was a show-off or a sweet quiet girl.

Malorie is a sweet amazing girl. She is a student at the University of Texas in Austin, Texas. She has beautiful blonde hair and stunning blue eyes that always seem to sparkle with the bubbling personality she can hardly contain within herself. Her smile is one of the brightest smiles I have ever seen. Along with that smile a spritely laughter always laces our conversations. She is a "short" girl when compared to the normal 6'5" female of today, but she is beautiful! She is skinny and well endowed and has never had a boyfriend in her life. Which totally baffles me because in High School she was voted as most creative in our entire graduating class. She has beauty, an amazing personality, artistic skill, and a bubbly personality. What more could you ever want in a close friend?

Malorie and I have always been art buddies since we both discovered that we were in art class. She has been my partner in crime...my bestist confidant for artistic questions and my main competition. She and I have always been neck and neck when it came to "being the best" in art class...yet we have always gotten along wonderfully. I have always been secretly envious of her artistic skills. I have always viewed her skills as ones that have surpassed myown. I have always been secretly envious of her, of her beauty, of her skill of her seemingly perfection. Yes, i view her as the penicle of perfection, in my eyes. Yet she is one of my closet friends of all time.

I once described her as a chiwawa. She has a heart of gold but a "big dog's" bark. It is quite fitting. Her opinions are some of the most pointent and straight forward opinions i have ever heard yet she abides by the rules for the most part, and puts on the innocent girl act. She is NOT innocent...more innocent than me, but she is still not untainted. I blame her alittle for my love of lust. We are partners in crime when it comes to love, flamboiancy, and creativity.

Speaking of creativity...she has the most amazing writing style. It floors me every time that i read something written by her. Her use of discriptive words, venacular, and adjectives put everything i write to shame. I can almost taste lust, fear, and depression in her writer's voice. TASTE them...really! They are THAT GOOD!

I love Malorie so much. I wish i was her sister. If we were sisters i think we would be inseperatable. I could eat her all up. Gobble gobble gobble.