Trouble, betch.

So today is a week from the official first day of school for me, and after many mornings of the same, I find myself sitting outside the cafe with my laptop open. Don't I have anything better to do? Well, no. I don't have class for another half an hour.

But the terrible thing about sitting out in the nippy morning-- I'll be wishing it's this temperature when I'm walking to my later classes-- is that I have a terrible cold and sound completely ridiculous when I'm forced to talk. Gods know I don't want to, except if it's to imitate Jack Barakat, because that I will admit is hilarious.

My point, if I have one, is just to note some observations I made today. When I sat down at this table, there were two gentlemen... uh, guys... smoking at the table beside me. I don't mind smoking, but I do mind being stared at; it makes me nervous. I've seen far too many movies to not think being watched is a bad thing.

Actually I think I should shut the hell up writing right now, because I keep getting distracted by my own thoughts connected to the girls walking by and the conversation at the party I went to Monday. I really think too much. But at least I don't talk too much.

...I can totally see why guys enjoy watching girls walk by.