My favorite flavor in the whole wide world is that of a Mocha Frappichino from Starbucks.  If you don’t know that a Mocha Frappichio is- its basically a slushy made of coffe, chocolate and gound up ice. It’s loaded with caffine. oh, and don’t forget the swirled three inches whipped cream in the top. They’re the best when I actually go in the store to get it- cause if I don’t, and I go through the drive through- I run the risk of somebody being careless and not making it right. I hate it when the ice isn’t all the way crushed and there are still chunks in the bottom.  I love the flavor of bitter coffee and sweet chocolate mixed together, its the perfect combination.

I usully start off by eating the delicious starbucks exclusive whipped cream off the top of the drink, attempting to use the forest green colored straw as a spoon. I love this part- sometimes if i’m lucky when i’m done with the whipped cream and before i get the the actual drink part i’ll get my boyfriend to go ask them to load it up with whipped cream again- but only if i’m luck cause thats a long shot. Then I get to the chococately coffee flavored smoothness of the chilled drink and i’m in heaven.

I guess it does have some not so wonderful side effects too. Sometimes I get brain-freeze but thats ok- its all worth it. Also, I have this silly somach problem Acid reflux or something like that- and my doctor tells me not to have too much caffine. Well I would easily choose a Mocha Frappichino along with the burning in my chest, over not having one at all. Caffine and I really don’t mix well at all actually. I guess i’m really sensitive to it. I’m on the Dance Team at school, and one time before a game I went to starbucks and got the usual with friends. Then for some reason still unknown to me- i went to sheetz and got a Rockstar. Bad call. Really bad call. I spent the rest of the evening struggling to keep myself still on the bench at the basketball game. I felt so relieved when we got to go dance at time-outs. But just before halftime my stomach turned into nervous knots, and i got antsy and shaky with anxiety. It was a pretty terrible feeling. So i’d like to blame it more on the Rockstar than the Mocha Frappichio. 

When it comes to my beloved Mocha Frappichino the good outweighs the bad, and the taste i just simply can’t resist prevails.

Seeing is believing, right? Or is it just my mind and my eyes getting together and playing tricks on me? My eyes can be witness to magic tricks, illusions, optical illusions, special effects and even miracles. But that doesn’t mean that what I see is reality.

I’ve been to a few cheesey magic shows, and I’ve seen plenty of movies in which the things I see cannot acutally happen. The best memory that I have of a time when what I saw was different from reality is of a 3-D presentation of parts of “Honey I Shrunk the Kids” in Seaworld. I was probably about four years old. As I walked into the dark humid theather with my parents and little brother, we were handed 3-D glasses to wear as we watched the show. The movie began and I soon realized I was one of the shrunken kids! Everything was at least ten times its normal size and I couldn’t even see over the grass.

I really only remember two specific events during the 3-D movie. The first was a dog running toward me and its larger than life tongue stretch out of its mouth as slobber landed on my shoulders. (The slobber was actually just water squirting out of the seat i was in, but nevertheless I thought I was getting slobbered on.) This didn’t really bother me, I just thought it was kinda gross. But next thing I know a yellow jacket the size of my house is buzzing right toward my nose. (I’m pretty much terrified of bees when they’re only the size of my thumb nail- so please understand where i’m coming from on this.) The buzzing began to ring in my head as a whole hive of the little devils (in this case, really big devils) started after me.  My fight or flight instinct kicked in at that instance and I’m not much of a fighter so I was up and outta there. I crawled over my seat, and everyone’s seat that was behind mine, until I reached the back of the theater. I think my strategy in this was that the bees wouldn’t have any stingers left by the time they got to me since i was last in line. When my mom realized i was missing she of course franticly searched the theater until she found me huddled in the back coner.

I know now that the bees didn’t really exist. But in my four year old mind they most certainly did. As a little girl I had no reason to believe that the bee wasn’t there. My eyes were telling me it was millimeters from my nose and of course I believed it. I wasn’t going to sit around and try to decide wether or not my eyes decieved me.

Hey, I’m Kelsey’s nose. Like most nose’s I am a part of the respiratory system and one of my main functions is to smell. I get to smell all kinds of things but of course I prefer the more pleasant scents. My favorite scent is Kels’s J’adore perfume and the scent I simply cannot and refuse to stand is the smell of bacon cooking. Something about that smell just makes my stomach flop, and ugh the way it lingers in the kitchen, it seems impossible to get rid of.

I love to observe the scent of the air as seasons change. In the springtime I get a whiff of blossoming buds in the still chilly air and the fresh scent of early morning dew drops on the tip of each blade of grass. During the summer I inhale the scent of freshly cut grass as the breeze drifts by carrying the aromas off the barbeque grill. I smell the strength of the sun’s rays mixed with the hot and heavy humidity hanging just over my head threatening a rain storm. After the rain, the musty smell of cool steam rising from the pavement finds me. In the fall I smell the air turn colder and the leaves rotting into the damp ground after they have been raked into a pile. The winter brings the smell of cold metal in the fridgid air as snowflakes swiftly drift from the sky.

My favorite season to smell is the summer. The scents in the summer breeze are always changing, sometimes similar but never the same. The most boring season to smell is the winter, when the only scent is the cold. There are many other things I enjoy the scent of, such as food, flowers, and perfumes. There’s also some pretty unenjoyable scents out there which I prefer not to smell such as skunk’s spray and sweaty feet.  I hope I was able to tell you a little something you didn’t already know about Kels- this is her nose over and out.

What is I? This is a question that has never so much as crossed my mind.  I is a singular pronoun and the ninth letter in the English alphabet. I is used when someone is refering to him or herself and is probably one of the most commonly used words in the English language. But when we use the word I, can we possibly know all of that which it refers to?

I is everything that we consist of. Including but not limited to our physical, mental, and emotional persons. I encompasses everything we have been, currently are, and ever will be. Consequently, I also contains elements that one cannot be fully aware of. I know what I like and don’t like, howI feel and what I think. I know that I, when I say it, is exclusive to me and nobody else. I is a most selfish word, probably used much to often in everyday conversations. I is reflected in our words and actions. We speak and act based on our beliefs, thoughts, feelings, and experiences.

After pondering this question, I realized I don’t really know all that I consist of. I thought I did, and if I can speak for other I’s, I think they would agree with me. As it turns out all of our I’s have lots of learning left to do. And while there certainly can’t be a concrete answer to the question, I think I can come to the safe conclusion that no two I’s are alike.

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