Reunion and Frustration

Reunion:
It has been a long time but I am back. Currently, I am drowning in a pile of papers needed illumination from my authoritative red pen; however, I will try to persevere and dribble for a bit here.

A recent event in my life:

Believe it or not, I have fallen for the enemy. Despite my avoidance and refusals, I have fallen in love with the scent I previously detested, the way to my mother's heart, the mesmerizingly-beautiful green plants I peered upon in Vietnam-- the freshly-brewed deep dark roast of organic fair-trade coffee.

I never wanted to be a coffee drinker. In fact, I put it off until graduate school. (Well, to be honest, there were occassional "Oh, ok, let me try...OH YUCK! How do you drink this..." conversations many times, but they always ended with an embittered glance and a sip of water to make the YUCK go down and away.) Grad school did much to change me, and my love for coffee is top of the list of radical changes. During those two years, I found my friends' faces were only familiar with a mug covering their lowerlips. Thus, I caved and fell victim to this common drug of stimulation. Now I am captivated daily by this luring, and never disappointing potion.

I do not need coffee, I just like it now. I like the smell which will always remind me of Mom coming home from work in the summertime. Quick aside: When we were young, my sister and I quickly learned that if we had a fresh pot (yes, a pot) ready when my Mom came home from work she would instantly be in a good mood and forget (even if only for a few moments) about her hard day (or the trouble we were in). I like the taste when swirled with a lot of Silk Soy Creamer. I like the warmth of the mug in my hand as I read my book on an early Sunday morning. I like the undeniable buzz in my head when I can't fall asleep because I drank a cup after 8 pm. I thoroughly enjoy this dependency, and as I sit in my favorite coffeeshop I am confident that this vixen has ensnarled yet another unwilling victim. Still to be determined...Do I partake or refrain on the morning of my upcoming marathon? Hmmm...what are your thoughts?

Frustration:
I can't import photos to IPhoto, does anyone have any tips? The camera seems to work, the cord-thingy is new, IPhoto opens and even says it is importing when I try to close it...Ah, please just tell me anything, something. It is no fun to blog without visuals!