Journal Entry 7

Today there was a whole lot of nothing that went on, and I'm glad about it. Sort of. It was the kind of day that seems (in my mind) to be a repeat of many days since I've been in this apartment. Seemingly like the day just drifted by like a soft white cloud on a windy day. A moment here, and the next, gone.

Sitting In Starbucks

I'm a potential poser today! I came to meet a friend in the city and I'm sitting in the land of low fat milk and honey buns, waiting for him It's a great thing for people watchers, to grab a cup, sit facing the door and just watch. Of course, it's best to watch with the side-eye~~for fear of being found out that you're peeping tom ways are in effect.

So here I am, sitting next to two girls doing their school work to my left. Pretty girls...one a blond with a cute smile and wrapped in an old lady sweater, reminiscent of Mr. Rogers..except hers standard brown. She probably got it from her mother before moving away for college...brown, so that it matches with everything. Her friend sitting next to me is another seemingly innocent college student. One would never know that she had a tramp stamp that said 'take me' in old english lettering. A hidden slut. That's hot.

The guy next to me is interesting too. Except when he's singing to himself. Loudly. I'm not sure whether to put in my headphones and listen to my ipod. Should I drown out the Beatles blasting overhead, or his re-interpretation of 'Highway to Hell'. Hmmm....

I decide to sit here and type until he comes. I wonder if this is what the other people are doing on their laptops. Sitting,looking at me and blogging about what i'm wearing and the way I look. Looking for the slightest bit of awkward tic, so that they can right something funny or scathing for their friends to see and laugh. Right now, the girl across from me sipping on her iced coffee could be writing about all the crap that I laid out on this little table. Or the chinese guy in the corner could be blogging on how uncoordinated my clothes are...(if you know me, not a big surprise). I wonder what's going on in their brains, and what they could possibly be saying about the study parnters to the left of me or the never-going-to-be-a-rocker to my right.

I don't know, and frankly, I don't care. I like people watching. I like being a voyeur and looking at people who stare off into a distance...wondering what they are thinking of. Who they are thinking of, and if the miss them or not. A lost love? The nosy neighbor? Their stinkin' boss? I can only wonder. I wonder what people are doing on their computers. Are they just listening to music? Or are they writing the next great novel? Maybe a 'Dear John/Jane' email?

Please let me know though--if you read a blog about sitting in a Starbucks in Union Square and you read about a big guy clumsily spilling pumpkin latte on my shirt, let me know.