Oh Starbucks, the things you do to me!

 So first of all, before I start  to tell you my day, I'm going to say that all of this started because of a postcard. You see, I woke up, took a shower, and looked outside and saw the sun. THE SUN!! Let me tell you that, when you're living in the North of England in the middle of winter, when you see the sun you can't help yourself to almost cry of joy. Like, cry rivers of joy. No, not rivers... OCEANS!
 Ok, so maybe that's a little to much, but you get the picture. So, got dressed, and I was ready to go outside. My plan was to go to the groceries to buy some random things, like eggs and soup, because I've been living on pasta and ham for the last couple of days. But then I opened my bag to see if I had money, and I saw one postcard that I bought last week with one of my friends. I was excited when I bought it because I never wrote any letters, or sent any postcards because... Well, because we have internet now, and it's easier to just call my parents on Skype. So, I had this brilliant idea: I was going to send that postcard!! Yes! What a triumph! I could see my parents receiving the postcard with tears in their eyes, all amazed by their brilliant daughter!
 So, I got out of the house, to go to the post office to buy some stamps and send the postcard. Before I go any further, let me explain you how things work here where I live. I live 5 minutes away from the University, and 20 minutes away from the town (where the stores, supermarkets and of course Starbucks, are). The post office is right in front of the University, so it's a short walk. I went there, took care of the postcard, and when I came out I felt the cold winter breeze, and suddenly my awesome brain had another brilliant idea. Which resulted in a interior monologue between Myself and I.

  Myself. - I had a brilliant idea.
           I  - What?
  Myself. - You should totally go to Starbucks right now.
           I  - I'm listening ...
  Myself. - It's a wonderful day, you've been living on pasta and ham, and you know what you should have right now? A nice tasty, delicious Hot Chocolate with CREAM.
           I - Oh my God that's just the most perfect idea ever.
 Myself. - I know!!
           I - But I really shouldn't. I'm going to walk all the way to the town, and then I have to come up. I'm not even wearing my good boots. I'm wearing the ones that hurt my feet.
 Myself. - As soon as you taste the chocolate you won't even care about your feet!
           I - That's so true... Ok, let's go then. 


  And there I went! Like a true soldier! My mp4 blasting U2 - beautiful day, the sun shining so beautifully. Everything went smoothly like Myself told me. I walked on the street with a smile on my face. The Starbucks lady was super nice and I got my Hot Chocolate (because I don't really like coffee). And honestly, who really needs food with all the Hot Chocolate deliciousness has to offer?  Not me! Oh no! I had everything I needed in my hand. Forget those eggs and soup!
 But after I stepped out of Starbucks reality hit me. Like every decision in my life, there always one point where I just open my eyes and the blue sky and green grass are not like that anymore. The sky becomes gray and the grass is transformed magically in mud. I had to go all the way up to my house. I'm not kidding. It's really all the way up. Almost like climbing a mountain but not really. I tasted the chocolate, I had all the energy I needed right in my hand. I knew I could do it, I already did that loads of times before.
  But slowly, everything I loved on that day, started to destroy me. My mp4 started playing depressing songs, like "you're going to dieeeee" type of songs, that I have to the days when I feel depressed. The sun started burning against the two jackets I was wearing, I was sweating like hell, I could feel my make up melting against my skin, and my hair greasing all of the sudden. And my feet, oh my poor feet were screaming in agony, I could feel them falling apart. My bag (that only had my wallet inside, because I forgot my phone and everything else was in my pockets) suddenly weighed a lot. Instead of carrying a wallet, I was carrying a bag full of stones.
  I'm not even exaggerating. And the saddest thing of everything, is that when I was finally arriving home, I decided to drink my hot chocolate as a "Congratulations girl you made it to the top! Literally!" present for myself, the hot chocolate was warm. Warm, but almost cold. I wanted to cry in misery.
  When I finally got home, my card didn't open the door. You need a card to enter in my building, not a key. And my card was like "AHAHAHA I'm going ruin your day like the rest of the world!!!". And there was even a guy looking at me, inside the building and he did not move a foot to help me. But a nice girl that came from the elevator opened the door. I think she was my angel. You know, like when you're dying and you start seeing angels. She was mine, and opened the door for me.
  When I entered in on my room in my dorm, I lied in my bed and smiled.

  Just another day in my life I guess.