"Red Bull gives you wings"
More like a drug enduced COMA!
Last night I decided after SPEAK (that's our drama group at the ACSC) rehersal I decided I would gulp down at least a gallon of caffiene to work through the evening. The phrase "mountains of work" doesn't adequately convey the magnitude of my to-do list. I went to the grocery store to grab some milk as well as a beverage to quince my addiction to caffiene. Yes I have an addiction to caffiene and they say that the first step to recovery is admittance...
As I was walking down the isles with George-Welty-esque ADD kicking in, I recalled a conversation I had with Daniel. He, like myself, is addicted to the energy enhancement of caffiene and recommended consuming a Red Bull when one is in dire need of an all-nighter. I grabbed a can at the counter and decided to try it while wondering if wings would sprout off my back like the commerical.
First off the thing tastes like coughed up cough syrup or as Jessica put it in a nicer tone "liquid lollipops" yet I believe my testimony to be more acurate. After drinking the fowl concotion I waited for the "enhanced energy and ability to concentrate increase as soon as beverage is consumed" promise written on the back of the can to come to true.
Slowly I started to become drowsy. I got up and moved around to get my blood going again. After about 30 minutes of studying I face plant into my biology notes. I mean we're talking drool and everything. The next thing I know it's midnight, I'm in my bed fully clothed and feeling like someone stuck a tranquilizer dart into my bum.
I remember throwing my hands up in frustration, without leaving the bed of course, and resolved that I was too incoherent to study more or less drive to studio in order to finish my paintings for class the next day. I ended up sleeping like a log for seven hours.
Thanks Red Bull enducing me to try your beverage of LIES. Next time I'm just going to go for the double espresso.
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