I'll Cook You Sausages!

I'm sitting in Moe Joe's again. It seems all my blog posts happen while I'm in here. Maybe it's the "write write write" atmosphere. Or maybe it's the sheer calm of the place. Or maybe I'm just too damn lazy to write anywhere else.

Carly (the person working currently) and her boyfriend Aaron are exchanging angry phone calls. I feel bad. And awkward. Aaron's in my math class and is probably gonna be all like "so what did Carly say about me" tomorrow. I'll just be like "she said study your differential equations!!!" and then smile.

The first exciting thing of the day was Mary walking past. I hid next to Moe Joe's luxurious couch so she wouldn't see me. I'm so polite.

The second was this kid from my classes coming in and eating his bagel at my table. Christ, he was grumpy. He's cute and probably bats for my team (ohohoho) but people just need to cheer up sometimes. Or maybe he doesn't like me. That would explain it, wouldn't it? Oh well. He can suck it. I wish he'd talk more though.

Ahh, people like that make me sad. This kid is lonely, that much is obvious. But he still projects that "I'm cool, so that's why I'm quiet" aura. ashdfiawndahgsidhfasdfkjlj -stab-

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I might get a job in the organic stockroom next semester. Which means monies. Yay.

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I love it when I turn on my Pandora and the first thing I hear is "it's Britney bitch."

I love it when my coffee makes me happy.

I love it when YOUR FACE.

I love it when I tell the old people coming in Moe Joe's that I'm doing work on a Sunday because "the Lord said 'let there be calculus.'"

I love it when people order the sweetest, most unhealthy thing on the menu and then dress it up with skim or soy milk and sugar-free whatevers.

I love it when I read other people's blog and then I realize that mine is garbage. Wait. no. I don't really love that.

I love these videos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tYi4cNhQZw&feature=related

and

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lh7MCiafCSM

(Watching them always cheers me up. Eheheheh)

I love talking to Ann about the nuttiness of some of the religious folk down here in the South.

I hate coconut.

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Clearly, the love/hate ratio in my life is pretty awesome right now. More to come!

pao! pao! pao! pao!