I am sitting here at school, writing in my blog instead of reading the 6 poems I'm supposed to be reading for literature. The thing is, I left my syllabus at home which has the names of the poems I'm supposed to be reading this week. This greatly effects my ability to read the poems. The girl who's serving coffee in the coffee shop keeps singing the same song over and over again. She has an OK voice, but I always feel a little embarrassed for people who sing out loud like she does, because it's pretty obvious that she's not singing it just for her own enjoyment because she's adding vocal rolls and stylistic techniques. She obviously wants somebody to comment on what a beautiful voice she has. Unfortunately, people probably won't because this is a COMMUNITY COLLEGE, where nobody notices you do anything, and if they do, they don't show it. They pretend, just like I'm pretending right now that I'm not noticing this girl sing, that they don't hear or see whatever it is you're doing. The other thing is that this girl's singing has an extremely distracting quality to it. I'm not sure what it is. She also has a very unique outfit on, and is turning on music in the CD player that's obvious that she's the only one who likes it. The CD is skipping. It's too loud. People are trying to study in here. She's only turning on the CD player for her own enjoyment.
In fact, there's a guy who's sitting diagonal from me at a coffee table who looks like he's writing a research paper. He just put his earphones in because he probably prefers the white noise of his own music to her extremely strange and somewhat more appealing than hearing her sing music. I also find it a little funny how whenever an older person walks into the room, one that looks like they could be my mom (or in some cases, my grandmother), everyone assumes that they are a professor - but sitting across the coffee shop from me are two men who look to be pushing their 60's, and they are talking about what they are learning in a class that they seem to be taking together. Don't get me wrong, I applaud them. I hate school and would never come back to this hell-on-earth after I'm finished at COD. I cannot wait until the END of this school year.
The coffee shop needs a new CD player.
My hands are dry.
The coffee I'm drinking is a bit too hot, but I'm drinking it anyway.
This girl who I'm in sociology class with just walked in, and she always smells really bad. She always sits, without fail, directly behind me, and I have to spend the entire class semester sniffing her disgusting scent of B.O. mixed with cigarette smoke. Even if I move into a completely different part of the room from where I usually sit (Which I have done), she STILL sits near me.
A boy just walked in who's wearing perfectly boyish clothes except for the fact that he's flip flops are glittery and have platform heels. This is weirding me out a bit. It's kind of unnatural. Are you a cross dresser, or do you just have a thing for really feminine shoes?
The girl is singing again, but this time along with the songs.
The smelly girl has a bag that's pink and has the recycle symbol except it's not in a circle, it's in a heart. Does this insinuate that recycling is cute? "Oh gosh! Look at that girl! She just threw her empty pop can into the recycling instead of the garbage! HOW CUTE!"
"Look! That boy LITTERED! He is SO NOT CUTE!"
Adorable.
She's also wearing yoga pants. Someone needs to tell her that chubby girls don't really look good in yoga pants. Correction - no girls look good in yoga pants. The only people who look good in yoga pants are anorexic girls.
The girl is singing along to the lyrics "I want you, I want you soooo baaaaddd"
I wonder who she wants so bad? She's singing it quite passionately. I bet she's a vocal performance major. She just turned up the music. It's making it hard to focus. I used to be able to focus no problem. I think it's the spending excessive amounts of time with people who have substantially lower IQ's. Seriously, just being in this coffee shop I'm sure has caused me to drop at least a point off of my IQ, I'm sure of it.
I feel bad for the guy trying to write a research paper. He's actually pretty cute. Hmm...
My Philosophy professor is convinced I'm an English major. I'm NOT an English major. Sadly, I'm a music major. Actually, both majors will get you close to nowhere in the world. I've never heard of a famous musician who graduated with a Associates in Music from the College of Dupage. I'm pathetic. I'm destined to live in a cardboard box by the river. Actually at this point in my life, I'm finding the idea of that not so bad. The girl who just walked in is at least a foot taller than me. This intimidates me a lot. I'm going to hide in this corner that I'm sitting in until she leaves.
What is it with boys and shoes today? A boy just walked in who is wearing two different shoes! This is NOT a fashion statement. This is called "Getting dressed in the dark". It's tacky. Pick your favorite shoe, and find the other one so that they match. Thanks to you, I'm going to spend the rest of the day thinking about your unmatched shoes. You mean, mean boy. No, I don't have problems.
All of these people are buying really delicious looking breakfast treats and I really want to buy one, but I'm broke. I have to wait until my check clears on Wednesday to buy nice delicious treats from the coffee shop, but I really shouldn't do that even when I have money because it's an unnecessary expense and it adds up. I could be spending the extra 3 dollars on gas, which these days won't get me even a gallon.
Yes, I think the world is out to get poor, hungry, music majors like myself who are going to end up in a cardboard box (maybe a van if I'm lucky) on the side of the river.
I love gay guys at COD. They are hilarious. This guy just walked in with another gay guy. I can't tell if they're like Jack and Will, who are just gay FRIENDS (and occasionally have gay sex...) or if they're together. It's really amusing. That's probably the only thing I will miss about COD - the extremely wide variation of personalities and people. But doesn't a person's personality make the person? Isn't that why it's called a personality? Do we even exist, or is it just our mind that exists? Gosh, I think I should start sleeping through my philosophy class.
I'm going to go splurge and spend a buck on a bag of chips from the vending machine.
For the record, I still haven't done any homework.
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