Descriptive Coffee Day

My phone’s alarm went off early in the morning; I let it play a little more as the alarm was my favorite song. Instead of being cranky by the alarm, I bumped to it. The birds chirped from all angles, the neighbor’s dogs barked at each other, while he was too busy mowing to lawn. But, I was in a terrific mood anyway. The blinds, slightly open, let bright sun rays hit my floor, while the A/C blasted. I slowly got up, and let out a loud yawn. Bones cracked at every single body joint. The pleasing aroma of coffee and the savoring smell of eggs filled up my nostrils. I put both feet down, and head to the pull-up bar where I hang on it for a few seconds, stretching out my spine. I turn my head toward the calendar to make sure today was the day. Indeed it was, reading the month of July with 2008 written in big, bold letters. Butterflies filled up my stomach with goosebumps everywhere.

I jumped on my bed at 12 in the morning. I can’t wait for tomorrow! It’s going to be a tremendous day. My family; Dad, Mom, little brother Andrew and I, are going to South Padre Island early in the morning! I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What am I going to be able to do there? How will the hotel look like? Pause. The list can go on and on, but first, I need some sleep. It’s going to be a great time with my family.

An unsettling evening wind started to blow its way through the Central Park. The sun began to set, sending a cascade of colors streaming through the evening sky. The day had started with the normal chaos that a normal Friday had encompassed. John was having difficulty finishing the last piece of business for that day, his mind kept day dreaming towards his lovely wife and wonderful children. As he set in his chair completely exhausted in his tattered office listening to the clock that was ticking in the background, and it approached the wishful hour of five o’clock.

The month of June came in a rush. Before I knew it the season of senior activities had begun; prom arrived, our senior picnic at the park happened, and graduation practice was held. Yet none of these events could compete with graduation day. The night before June 14th, the excitement of the approaching event continuously nibbled at precious hours of sleep, and for once I couldn’t wait for my alarm to go off. When it finally did, I jumped up out of bed, all ready to start the day. After the time spent to get dressed in the appropriate attire had passed, those who I live with—my mother, brother, and younger sister—had all been ready. My excitement increased then, but I don’t think it surpassed my mother’s own excitement. Practically shoving me into the car to get me on the way to graduation, my mother and I wore a grin the whole way to the Siegel Center, despite my little sister asking a million questions in the backseat, and despite the traffic that had grown with the other graduates trailing behind. With even

It was 11PM, and after the black tie dinner in the dining car, we were all invited to let loose, and enjoy a piano man in the bar car. What you can’t tell by this picture is that I was completely and utterly jet-lagged. About 18 hours before, we had arrived in Venice, Italy after a 14 hour journey where my suitcase was held my suitcase captive. With gross plane-smelling sweats on, I finally received my luggage, and had to rush onto the boat that took us to the train station where I would continue being in transit for another 24 hours all the way to Paris. But who’s complaining? Fully aware of how absurd the moment is, I decide not to sleep because sometimes, real life is better than anything you can imagine in your

James Blanco had invited Michael Steiginga and me to go with him to Camelback Water Park for his birthday. I was excited and could not wait. On September twenty-three, I got to skip half of the school day to leave for Camelback Water Park. In the car ride there, I attempted to nap, but I was too eager to fall asleep. After waiting in a boring car ride for what seemed like years, I could see our destination.

Two minutes away from my apartment is one of the most beautiful and popular boulevards in Los Angeles named “Ventura Boulevard.” Daily strolls with my cousin took place on that boulevard. On the paved streets, we struggled to make any progress against the thongs of passers-by and gawkers. On our right laid the vast and all encompassing mountains twinkling with lights as if it were the universe and the lights were all the stars within. The deep arousing aroma of coffee pervaded in the air, originating from the coffee shops at every intersection, refreshed our minds and reminded us of how much we loved of coffee. At the corner of the intersection people stood in lines fondly waiting for the theatre doors to open and be welcomed in by the tough

It was an early April morning, there was still dewdrops on the tulips in our front yard from the storm that rolled through the night before. My family and I all pile into the our gray mini van. We are all dressed in our nicest shoes and combed out our messy hair. We had to wear dresses because pants aren’t “ladylike”. My mom passing us little mints to suck on while we rush down the freeway.

Genuine Thermos Brand has been satisfying their customers for more than 110 years across America with their vacuum insulating products. The company stood the test of time in their brand because the quality of their products paled in comparison with their competitors. Their double sealed, no-air coffee tumbler set them apart from other companies in a product that sold itself. As American’s love for coffee grew, so did the demand for hot coffee for the busy, on-the-go drinkers. Despite their well-known brand name, competitors were quickly gaining traction. Their plan was simple: to reinforce their timeless brand name with their unbeatable products that out-shined the competitors. Enlisting in the aid of

It was a crisp October morning. One quite like the morning I am compiling this story. I was a young girl, only nine years of age, in the fourth grade. My grade was taking a field trip to Adobe in Downtown San José. It was all smiles and laughter in the car on the way there. My classmates Jillian, Stella, Connor, and Ryan rode with me on the way to Adobe in Ryan’s mom’s car. Keep Jillian in the back of your mind during this story because she is rather important. After a fun-filled ride in the car with jokes and fun games galore, we arrived at Adobe. It was a rather tedious trip filled with artifacts and history that I didn't have much interest in. My fourth grade attention span could only hold out for so long. The time during this field trip

The party was crazy, like a beast trying to get out of a cage. Needing to take a breath from it I stepped outside, and took a few good friends with me as well. The sun was beginning to set when i walked out from the white garage. Colorful sky above full of red, orange, pink. The laughing kids across the street were in the court, playing basketball, blind of what is to come in the coming years. Taking our longboards we rode up a towering hill. The hill felt as if it was trying to intimidate us with its two sides. Being on the top was beautiful, seeing over the houses below us, and watching the orange sunset. What I wanted for these last few weeks were fun, and that's what I did.

As we left the mall, I made a completely spontaneous decision to hop on Highway 17 instead of 280 South and go to Santa Cruz. The weather there was perfect, the salty smell in the air and the wonderful seagulls dive bombing everywhere to pick up all the garbage left behind. We head to a less popular beach away from the crowds of the boardwalk and lay down on the beach soaking in vitamin D. The soothing sounds of waves crashing on the beach, the occasional chirps of a seagull, the warm sun kissing my skin, and the soft graceful fingers of Jessica playing with my hair felt as though I was in a dream. Eventually the ocean fog started to reach us and turned the cheery atmosphere into that of a gloomy drama. Coming back to San Jose we decided to eat, like always, the good ol’

Do you love coffee? If you are like me, you have to start the day with a hot cup of joe; otherwise, you’re a walking zombie. Who doesn’t love that smooth, creamy, chocolaty taste, and the bitter bite. And then…that wonderful aroma. It’s easy to fall in love will all the elements of coffee, and I definitely formed a habit.

When we woke up sometimes we would go to prelims and watch some people swim, or we would just go to get some breakfast. When we finished breakfast or when prelims were over we would go do something for the rest of the day before we had to go back for finals. Once we walked around and went shopping and just looking at Omaha. My sister and I do not really like to shop, but Shelby and Nancy did so we went to a lot of stores, and let’s just say there was lots of things bought. After we went shopping we went to go get some cupcakes, Shelby had been constantly eating sweets ever since she had started going to college, so she ate two giant cupcakes and all of the icing of my cupcake. When we finish our delicious cupcakes we wanted to see some more of Omaha. We walked around and there was a big lake and they had stepping stones to cross it. There were also sculptures everywhere, and everything had something to do with Omaha’s history. We walked around and then returned to the hotel. During another one of the days we went down to go rent bikes so we could cross the state line and we could be in two places at once. As we rode our bikes we stumbled on a scavenger hunt for Michael Phelps

The ocean was so beautiful and blue. It seemed to never end and it was widely open. I walked back inside and admired the two beds, the way they were made and the orange ribbon in the middle of each bed. We put our luggage away and spent the first day by the pool, exploring the resort. Soon it was dark and we were walking on the beach. We noticed colorful lights coming from a small glass building up close to a mountain. Curiously we walked up the path of stairs, we entered what looked like a club. Once me and my friend Daniel saw the male strippers in neon underwear we ran back outside laughing our butts off. We walked back towards the center of the resort and saw that they were having a party. There were chairs all around, the room filled with people. There were seniors, young adults, regular adults, and occasionally a child. They were playing games and laughing. We found open seats and sat down, joining them laughing at the people 's attempts to play charades. At 2 am we headed back to the hotel room and got some rest because the next day was already planned, and we’d need energy for all that was going to happen.