“Okay, Juliet and Livia, you’re on freezer section and produce, boys, you’ve got cleaning supplies, I’ll grab the booze and dry goods. Got it?”
Rosaline grinned when she was met with a chorus of sarcastic ‘yes, mom’s, until Mercutio split away from the others to block her path. “Oh no, you are not going to be the only one responsible for choosing the alcohol, Cap. Don’t think I forgot that sugar water crap you picked up last time.”
“It is not sugar water, it’s called moscato and-”
“Okay, forgive me, it’s grape juice. Either way, I’m coming with you to get some real alcohol for the men.” Rosaline opened her mouth to retort, but Mercutio was already off for the liquor aisle, leaving her to glare in his wake. Benvolio chuckled at her, and winked when she turned her gaze to him. Before her wrath could redirect to him as well, he was gone, jogging after Romeo. With a growl, Rosaline stalked after Mercutio.
She couldn’t help the warmth that spread in her chest when she finally caught up to her boyfriend’s best friend. He stood with a basket hanging from his elbow, a bottle of her favorite moscato peeking out over the top, and was comparing two different bottles of whiskey. She sidled up next to him with an inquisitive look at his options, and didn’t miss the smirk fighting to curl his lips.
So one of my best college friends is what you would consider a “man of science” this leads him to drag me along in countless scientific endeavors. Tonight we were bored and looking for some strong drink. We couldn’t find any so my scientific best friends gets a wonderful idea.
“Wanna make some wine?” He asks me with his sly smile and John Deer hat.
“It’ll be an adventure!” My friend says.
My friend and I pick up grape juice, sugar, and yeast and take it back to his college apartment. (A place where they prohibit alcohol but do not expressly prohibit feeding sugar to bacteria in a manner that coincidentally creates drinkable alcohol. Ha ha ha HA!) he cooks this shit up over the course of about 2 hours. When it is done he runs it through a coffee filter and into mason jars and we sit in his kitchen and between the two of us, demolish a half gallon of fermented grape juice. We sat around for about 10 minutes waiting to feel its magical effects and nothing happened. My friend, a master of science and the victim of a terrible stomach ache whips out his phone and does some calculations to see what the alcohol content of newly made beverages was. It was…….the equivalent to a quarter of a shot of vodka. A QUARTER of a SHOT of vodka. The smallest drinkable fraction of the smallest available cup. Over the course of about 3 hours I spent money on half a gallon of grape juice so I could go home, wait two hours, warm it up slightly, put fucking baking bacteria in it, sift that out, and then drink it. ALL.
This my friends is a PSA to inform you that things you do in college are not often wild and crazy. Most of the time it takes forever and costs you money…much like the education itself. Thank you for reading.
FINALLY, after 10,000 years, here it is. My writer’s block finally let up enough so I could finish this!
Request for @queenofdragons6 – solo original Sans stuffing, with a heavy focus on belly size and rubbing.
I’ve been sitting on this little scenario idea for a while now, so I decided to use it for this. Who was the culprit? Hmm, we’ll never know…
Not sure how well I did with the size descriptions, buuuut I tried. And I apologize to everyone who isn’t a backwards American like me, because my frame of reference is the Imperial system, and everything is measured in inches here.
Gordon is five and Harriet is forty-four, and she is his father’s secretary. She’s a small woman, and her petite face is framed with soft blond hair that she wears in a sleek chignon. When Gordon first meets her, he’s airsick from the helicopter ride to his father’s office, his first time in a helicopter. This was supposed to be thrilling and exciting, but instead had been filled with too much noise and stark terror and he’d squeezed Scott’s fingers until his eldest brother had shaken his hand off and pulled him close into a one-armed hug instead, held him tight until they’d landed.
Gordon throws up on Harriet’s shoes and then bawls his eyes out and wishes for his mother, and then for Scott, and finally for his father. His second and third choices are closeted in his father’s office, for an important meeting about Scott’s Future. So Harriet cleans the little boy up, sits him in her lap at her desk, and lets him play games on her computer. He eats far too many hard candies from a jar in her desk. Gordon’s smitten by the time Scott and Dad come to collect him for lunch. He waves and blows a kiss as he leaves.
I love Norton grapes, same color inside as outside. Peel it, and the flesh is also purple. Not like the other grapes, where flesh is white and color comes from the skin. A grape with nothing to hide.
Norton grapes were first cultivated in Richmond, Virginia, by Daniel Norton, and became the official grape of the state of Missouri. The deep blue-purple skin of Norton grapes has a higher content of total anthocyanins than other purple grapes -studies in medical research have shown that anthocyanins have broad biological effects including antioxidant, anti-inflammatory, antimicrobial and anti-carcinogenic activities. Norton grapes is thus altogether pretty, tasty, and healthy.
I think everyone struggles with motivation at some point, and it’s important to remind yourself why you’re here, why you’re doing this, what it was that made you take this path. I made a masterpost not too long ago talking about the kinds of motivation there are and how we can use them.
Today, as a part of universi-tea’s September challenge, I want to talk about how I personally get myself motivated. I’m not gonna pretend that it always works, but it does more often than not.
I remind myself why I took this class. I remember that I was once excited about it, and I try to relive that feeling.
I think about what I want to achieve. The grade I need to go abroad, for example, or to prove that I can pass this class well.
I remember the many classes I took that were much more horrible than my current ones, for example sports in school. It makes me appreciate my current English and maths classes a lot because in comparison, they’re amazing.
If nothing of that works because I’m stubborn and frustrated, I’ll rely on old but gold techniques:
I’ll promise myself a reward as soon as I get something done. My usuals are watching a football match on TV, a nice bubble bath, unlimited reading in the evening, or a nice long phone call with my best friend.
I get myself chocolate, which makes studying much sweeter. Alternatively cookies, gingerbread, shortbread, or anything else with too much sugar. Grapes are okay as well.
I convince myself to do at least one pomodoro session, which will likely show me that it isn’t that bad and turn into three or four.
The reason my banner emphasizes the “you”, though, is that I really want to know your strategies! What do you do to keep yourself motivated, or to stop procrastinating? Do you need your favourite snack with you, a study group, or twenty minutes of studyspo browsing on tumblr? Reblog and add to this post, reply, or send me an ask and I’ll publish it! Alternatively, make your own post and tag me with #athenastudying :)