My Serious Addiction Part 3

With the upcoming event of our mid year exams, my strong desires to devour ginormous cups of coffee have been almost irresistible. It is fair to say that the stress of seeing the results of the just gone semester summed up on paper; along with the pure exhaustion from staying up late (watching strange and interesting television shows), is getting to me. Coffee of course, makes me feel a little bit happier. Unfortunately, I have been too lazy to actually go out and buy anything fancy; so jar-by-jar I am getting through the instant kind… and let’s not even start on the chocolate coated coffee beans.

Of course, there’s still the blank occasion that I manage to purchase some delicacy in a Styrofoam cup; and in those moments my world is filled with love, and the bags hanging below my eyes feel just a little lighter (not to say that instant coffee doesn’t do its job). Luckily for me, the last 2 days have included coffee trips… and delicious ones at that!

Kava Café- 5 / 5 stars

Yesterday I found myself at a random little coffee shop- being served by a tall, dark haired, accented man with a moustache and some kind of totally cool mojo. Kava Café, conveniently placed on the outskirt of the shopping centre, sent aromas of freshly brewed beans and fresh scones in what I’d like to claim as a 150 to 200-meter radius. Dragging my groceries behind me, I was lured into the embrace of the warm barista bar and what a smart decision that was.

Artisan Bakery & Café- 5 / 5 stars

Today was one of surprises; I was on my way to indulge in a classic Cibô, when I came across this place. Tucked away in a nook on Rundle Street, the display of fresh carrot cakes and the dimmed hanging lights caught my eye. This place used the same Campos coffee beans and cups but came in bigger sizes than the old favourite (see the first coffee blog), at an even lower price. I fell in love. I was in some kind of whimsical heaven right to the very last drop. I awarded the beauty with a solid 5/ 5 stars, completing the weekend somewhat positively on the coffee blog side of things.

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Unfortunately, with the fast approach of exams comes a (more than usual) hibernated India, meaning that unless brought to me out of pity, barista made coffee is going to be a no- no. Saying so, all of those plans will probably disappear in an instance with my vast ability to procrastinate 😉 It’s probably safer not to make assumptions.

– India xx

Ears

There are a lot of things about bodies that gross me out in this world, way too many to describe in a blog, so right now I am going to describe just one. Ears.

My ridiculous disgust for ears began in primary school, back in the days when assigned seating was the key determination for all happiness. I remember in about grade 2, being assigned a seat next to some boy, which was all fine… nice enough kid, weird obsession with Lego but you know, we can look past that… that was until I took a glance across at him… a glace that left me staring into the deep pit of his yellow, crusty, wax infested ear. Of course, my disgust over this image, and slight phobia of body fluids in their most subtle forms, left my stomach turning at the very thought of ear wax for the next few years of my life. After that I thought I was over it, my disgust over ears was a thing of the past, but oh was I so, so wrong.

For the most part my phobia of earwax is fairly under control. Of course, there is still the odd tummy-flipping occasion, where I’m exposed to a pair of lost apple headphones with horrendous amounts of earwax built up in the crevices; but yes, fairly under control. The reason why I am going back to these deeply, deeply buried memories of this boy and his ear crust, is all thanks to a little fact I came across on the internet. The fact being: “Giraffe’s clean their ears with their 18+ inch tongue.” Does this mean that every time a giraffe eats, the food has a slight taste of earwax among whatever other flavours are meant to be there? Does this mean that they lick their noses clean too? Surely there are other ways for those ears to become clean?!

Intrigued, I punched in “giraffes cleaning their ears” into YouTube, and made the unfortunate mistake of watching a video of a giraffe licking the earwax out of his own ears, but his “friend’s” too. Instantly, I was drawn into the horror of that seating arrangement, back in grade 2, peering down the ear canal of this boy. And then I imagined having to stick my tongue into that fest hole. And then I cried. Everything about this video was all too much to handle. I found myself deep in disgust with nature, and again, deep in disgust of ears.

There is nothing I plea you do to more, than to stay well, well away from giraffes and their weird desires to lick their yellow waxy ears clean with their humungous sized, blue, and fury tongues. Nobody needs to go through the trauma of seeing that. Honestly, other than that, I can’t really draw any conclusion about from this blog… I mean obviously we humans cant physically clean our ears out with our tongues; and I don’t think anybody is brave enough to clean out somebody elses…. Unless earwax fetishes exist. All I really wanted to do was share the whole discovery of this fact, with a bunch of people who I think might find it equally as horrifying.

-India xx