For the Love Of Diet Coke

Sometimes Gracefully Nike Air Max 4 Sometimes Gracefully Nike Air Max 2 Sometimes Gracefully Nike Air Max 3 Sometimes Gracefully Nike Air Max 1

Darrin gifted me these bright Nike Air Max shoes for my birthday last summer. I had searched for them online one afternoon and was then haunted by their image every time I logged into Facebook (darn you, Ad Targeting). So, after weeks of sidebar ads and frequent hints dropped to Mr. Darebear, wah lah! Birthday shoes! I’d tell you that that these are my workout shoes, but we all know THAT would be a lie.

School has been somewhat of a stressful endeavor these last few weeks. Getting back into “the swing of things” (a phrase I’m convinced originated in the jungle) after a month-long break can be a real doozy. Yesterday after work, I decided to get a jumpstart on this week’s to-dos by spending my afternoon on the semi-musty fourth floor of the university library. I unloaded my hefty book bag and computer bag onto a table adjacent from two undergraduate students hunched over their computers, silently reading and typing and reading and typing and so on. My “work space” (after pushing aside a few tattered library books and somebody’s plastic fork) was set: books, notebooks, computer, pencil, Diet Coke. My academic adrenaline was pumping. Everything was going smoothly until I took one sip (ONE SIP) of my very carbonated Diet Coke and my chest and stomach started growling. LOUDLY. Uncontrollably. And then I started silently burping. And when I started trying to control those burps, the growling grew louder and the air bubbles I felt in my chest moved from my chest to my stomach and back to my chest. And, of course, the fourth floor of the library is the quietest floor of the library. SO quiet, in fact, that a girl can’t even drink a carbonated beverage without feeling like her digestive system is disturbing the entire floor. One girl even gave me a “what’s the deal with your obnoxiously loud stomach?” look.   Raised eyebrows and ALL.

I guess the moral of the story is not to drink Diet Coke at the library? But if that’s the case, then forget the library. I’ll take my Diet Coke and my boisterous digestive system elsewhere, thank you very much.


  • Reply Tracy February 17, 2015 at 7:13 am

    Great sneakers!

  • Reply Katie Cummings February 17, 2015 at 8:18 am

    The third floor of my undergrad library was the quiet floor, you couldn’t eat chips without someone telling you to get out. I prefer a dull roar so I never even ventured up there.

    • Reply Grace Beekman February 19, 2015 at 7:13 am

      I know, right?! Even a little bit of sound would help eliminate the creepiness! 😛

  • Reply Sara February 17, 2015 at 11:02 am

    Hahaha! Love it–don’t try to stifle those burps–they’ll get you, regardless! 😉

  • Reply Eye See Euphoria February 17, 2015 at 12:49 pm

    Lol at the girl in the library. We all burp who cares =P. I love those fresh Nikes and I know the feeling of the target marketing. Good luck with this semester. Great post and thanks for sharing.

    Eye See Euphoria |

  • Reply Arin February 17, 2015 at 8:09 pm

    need. those. kicks!

  • Reply Margaret February 18, 2015 at 7:11 am


    I’ve been following you on instagram for a little while now and this morning i read an article that made me think of you and your blog:

    I believe you live in St. Paul but still- your love for Minnesota is ever expanding!
    Hope all is well up north,

    • Reply Grace Beekman February 19, 2015 at 7:12 am

      Thanks so much! I loved the article! The Twin Cities can be such a rockin’ area! 🙂

  • Reply Helen Chik-Dohrmann February 19, 2015 at 3:11 am

    Cute look hun! Loving the colourful sneakers!

    Thanks for sharing these beautiful images!

    Helen xx

    PS. Only one week left to enter my Daniel Wellington Giveaway:

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