I think its only fitting to tell you this story, because of its truth,
and its major hardcore infuence on my life.
Today was an odd day. I woke up, got ready for school, ate breakfest. (You know, the usual) I went to school, learned how to say spanish words, and whether or not its legal for a alto to hit a high C. (Its not, bytheway) During my travels of walking in the hallway, I felt the weirdest feeling one could ever feel. It wasn't love, it wasn't sickness, it was something deeper. I walked by the school cafe, and someone had been drinking a Pumpkin Spice Latte. In my head I thought "Ok ok, Sarah, get a hold of yourself, you're totally fine without one" Of course Sarah on the outside didn't think this. Well back to my feeling. It was more of a craving. You see, after smelling this pumpkin spice, I wanted whipped cream. (Don't ask why, I'm still trying to figure that out) I have a rare and unusual obsession with whipped cream. And suddenly, I thought about what Id do without it, Id stop breathing, Id go insane. I havent done either yet, going on 9 hours without whipped cream, still breathing, and only half insane.