Two Things: Rambling in Waiting for Class

Well, three really, but the first isn't all that interesting since it's just me making a statement on, Jesus I never blog this much.

Thing #1 (or 2): I hate the foam that comes with lattes. It has no taste or substance and simply prevents you from getting more coffee (or tea since I just had a chai). But what I hate about it is how it sticks to the top sides of the cup except for the place from which you're drinking. Most people drink from one place out of a cup, but I can't when there's a coat of foam.

Thing #2 (or 3): I was happy to discover-- so happy that I broke an unwritten law of social behaviour and smiled to myself-- that I'm not the only person who smiles or chuckles quietly to myself when I think of something funny. A pretty girl walked by a few minutes ago smiling to herself, and I couldn't help but smile too. Why don't people smile more? It makes them more attractive and look like they're actually enjoying living. Gods forbid you do that.

Thing #3 (or 4, or fuck I fail at accurately titling things): People are leering at me a lot today. The guy behind me in line for chai was looking at me while he was talking to the girl he was with; no eyes in the back of my head, he was kind of to the side in line. The creepy old guy who usually sits at the tables where I sit was doing his job and staring at girls. I know we're not jailbait but fuck off dude, you're gross. Guy with really curly hair was staring at me about the first ten minutes after I sat down here; then he left. Hooray. Another guy-- I've seen him around, though I dunno why I noticed him-- with dreads made eye contact as he walked by; I looked back down at the lappy and glanced back up; he was still looking at me.

The guy who looks like a combination of Bryan Garza and Clark Kent sitting across the aisle and to the left was studying me earlier. How do I know, you ask? Well, give me a break, he's cute and has nice shoes.

I don't really need or want the attention here, people. Of course, I am sitting here in the sun with an orange beanie and bright red hair. I think I look good, but I'm schizo, so whatever.

Fuck I think I'm getting a sunburn.