Tiny bits of water land in my hair.
Most people call that rain.
But it's not. It's like... almost rain. It's spit. God is spitting on us. I have no idea why.
I hold my coffee cup, and hold myself- shivering. The warm, hollow smell of the decaffeinated drink makes me smile.
It's not the same as its more exotic, well-rounded, charismatic cousin who drives me wild.
But my friends yell at me when I consort with that type. True, I do lose myself and my heart races all day...
but isn't it worth the short while I can taste it?
I should turn back and sit with those few friends that I smiled at a few friends who have about as much desire to be awake right now as I do. We should bitch about the weather together. That sounds nice.
But I've got to go. I have a date.
Not with a male, with myself.
I'm off to write and read. (Clearly, since you're reading this)
I feel... like a hipster. Gah.
When did this happen to me? I refuse to become one.
it doesn't help that I wore a scarf and really weird looking shoes today. Or that I'm sitting in a hammock with my laptop. Adrienne is going to shake her head at this all.
Ahhhhh I could fall asleep right here. I could use a nap.
At 9:36 AM? Yeah. Right. Maybe I should refrain from having deep, meaningful conversations at 2 AM.
THAT could help.
Earlier, when I walked down the cafeteria steps I thought this blog post was a great idea.
Now I'm not so sure.
I had so many awesome analogies and stories thought up.
Whatever...
I'm just gonna pretend that I don't have class in an hour, and try to sleep some more...
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