uncommoncold

I have never been much of a caffeine fiend, so it takes about two cups of coffee to have my brain reeling and my body moving like a jitterbug on methamphetamines.

I could tell you about how I actually like it when men stop and take a few minutes out of their days to talk to an average-looking girl behind the cash register about the book she's reading (- It's bloody fantastic, thanks; I would never waste my time reading anything that wasn't pure gold), or how her education is going (- Yeah, I'm fairly unmotivated and apathetic, and I don't want to spend my life wasting away in the dusty halls of academia; My brain might be cut out for it, but my heart isn't..), or how her day really was (- Not bad, actually, except for the part where I banged my knee on a counter, was woken up by construction outside my window at six in the morning, and forgot my student card to get on the bus and had to charm my way on instead..).

Those people who squish bits of sincerity out of you- they're important. Keep them around.

Walking home from work these days is always soft and steady. Different than the sweet, dandelion summer air that I'm used to, but not altogether unpleasant.

I feel too safe. I've got that ol' aching wanderlust again. It never seems to go away, really. I believe it to be a product of university, Victoria, and my constant foot-out-the-door syndrome that I'm trying to curb. I want to throw all of my stuff away and leave. I wonder when I actually will- what it will take for me to back up my words with a little more action.

I just had a great conversation with my roommate about Pogs.

"Dude, whatever. My slammer is totally bigger than yours."

And,

"I'm sorry, did you say that you play Jacks? That's like, so 1993. Pogs are way more.. 1997."

Yeah, all of that shit above about wanting to leave? I take it back. I love my life. I have plans for coffee & Scrabble tomorrow evening. What more could I possibly want?

i don't see what anyone can see
in anybody else but you