I am seriously in shock of how many people do not like coffee. To paint a better picture, Starbucks is expensive (which is awesome for me seeing as there aren’t any close) but I don’t drink coffee for the caffeine. I’m in love with the deep rich flavor of coffee almost as much as pancakes, which is why I don’t like lattes or cappuccinos as much as just dark roasted coffee. I brew my own coffee every single day and drink it from 7:00am to 7:00pm and sleep at 10:00pm. Like I said-I don’t drink it for the caffeine and I’m 95% sure my body has become immune to it.
But on a different note-This morning after tweeting of what sort of pancakes to make, I settled on pumpkin. I mean who doesn’t love a big ole serving of pumpkin pancakes? Especially after a hard workout. I cross trained on the Arctrainer and actually had my best workout to date this year.
1 hour alternating between 35/55 resistance and 5-6% incline. At least that is what the Arc told me and he would never serve me wrong.
Then it was off for my big education certification exam. This was essentially an exam on everything I have learned in my general education requirements and I knew the three years I have been at college have prepared me but I was still kind of wigging out. Why, I really don’t know.
There were so many rules for this test: no cell phones, no pens, no mechanical pencils, no hats, and the biggest one No beverages! NOT EVEN WATER. How am I going to cheat with water and coffee. I never go without either to class. I think I was a little more worried that I would be kicked out from the test for having something that wasn’t allowed then the actual test.
Then after my test which took a year to finish (don’t worry I’m pretty sure I did well), Julie, Justin and I went to a restaurant called Scoops. We actually walked the two miles there which was enjoyable-more enjoyable then the actual meal. It was a gorgeous day here in upstate NY (for once). If you aren’t ready for a rant please feel free to skip this part.
When we got there, it was a little bit crowded which was fine, I mean we can wait. After being seated, Julie asked if the chicken for the salad was warm or cold and we were assured that it was warmed (she hates cold chicken). After waiting an hour and a half (yes 1.5 hours, without ever being served our bread or silverware) we got our salads. Salads. Does it take an hour and a half to make a salad? Especially since the chicken was not warm so clearly it was refrigerated and clearly it took a solid minute to prepare. I would have complained but the waitress NEVER came back.
Oh and the best part of the evening was the Julie found nuts in her salad which a ceaser salad does not have (but mine did). Julie is allergic to nuts.
I will not be going back. My general opinion of restaurants is obviously that not every single visit somewhere is going to be perfect, but I expect it to be decent and this was not. From the actual meal to the service was not okay. So if you ever come visit me at school-I won’t take you there.
Yeah so when my blood sugar is low-I’m not too happy of a camper.
Question for you:
1. Do you test well?
I do, but it is like everything in my life I always get nervous for them.
2. How do you feel about restaurants, service ect?