So It's Friday!

So I wrote out the title and pressed enter by accident (old chat habits) and it posted an empty post. Just a title. So I'm writing this post as fast as I can in case you check the blog and find that I let you down.

It's Friday! I don't have very many weekly woes because I had two snow days this week. Not much to whine about there. Especially because I get paid for snow days.

So a little-known fact is that not only is Friday my day to vent my woes, it's also a day for me to sit in JavaJazz and people watch. I have been doing so for the last half-hour (and will be for the next two hours or so) and my conclusion, as always, is that people are interesting. College people doubly so. There's something about college that is really, really colorful. A lot of people are like "sweet! high school is over, now I'm free to make any statement I want to make!" A lot of other people are under the impression that this is still high school. Then there's me. There are only a few other people like me. I like to revel in my individuality, but really, sometimes it's just lonely. I sit in the coffeeshop alone with my tea and cinnamon roll and watch other people living their lives, then write fantastic things about them, like how I'm pretty sure that guy over there is cheating on his girlfriend, and by the way she talks to him I can tell that the only reason she hasn't found out is because she desperately doesn't want to. And that person walking past? Totally androgynous. Sometimes it's really hard to tell with Asian people because they always have fantastic hair and cute asses. I did not just say that.

Yesterday after school I went to Target because I suddenly realised that I was almost out of all my toiletries. Shampoo, q-tips, toothpaste, razors, deodorant... the most important things. Let me tell you a secret: buying toiletries may be the funnest shopping experience I've ever had. Not even kidding. And the satisfied feeling after I'd bought them all for under twenty dollars (okay, I admit, I bought the really, really cheap razors) was super amazing.

There's a guy who comes into the WC sometimes who reminds me a lot of Daniel. Mannerisms, attitude, everything except looks (yeah, he's Korean). Anyway, I like to think about him because it makes me feel good as a tutor because I help him almost every time he comes in and his writing has shown a marked change for the better over the last semester or so (poor kid took a writing-intensive psychology course before Comp I). Anyway, every time I read one of his papers I'm reminded of the way that Daniel talks about things, in this like totally earnest, transparent way. It's crazy! I have to talk about the students who I feel like I've helped in some way because it makes me feel validated as a tutor. Most of the time I don't feel like I've helped at all, especially when I'm doing an online tutorial and I can't think of anything nice to say. But there was this one girl who told me she was really impressed with me, and another lady who said I'd make a totally great English teacher. YES. Those are what I think about when I'm having a bad shift.

I feel like a total slob today. I got up and decided that I just wanted to be warm, so I put on a couple pairs of leggings, a dress, a sweater, another sweater, a scarf, boots with holes in them, and my coat. I didn't really do anything with my hair either so I'm pretty sure it looks the same way it looked this morning after I slept on it. I'm especially insecure today because I'm sitting next to a girl with really short hair like mine, except hers looks awesome and mine is sad. I always get insecure who I see one of the like three other girls at school with hair as short as mine. I imagine I look a bit orphaned, since this sweater's huge and sort of ratty and my hair's very sad and everything I'm wearing is black (okay, I put on a blue scarf. Happy?). Honestly I feel a bit orphaned as well. When I get home I will be ready for some kind of family activity.

HIPSTER MUSIC. Someone is out in the cafeteria making some sort of awful ruckus. It sounds like someone is blowing on the top of the world's biggest glass bottle and yelling some tribal chant, so I'm pretty sure there's some sort of Aboriginal didgeridoo band out there. Maybe I'll go investigate. I'm pretty sure I'm not feeling it.

-Amy

P.S. I'm not really all that lonely. At first I thought I was, but then I thought about how I would feel if someone came up and started talking to me, and I decided that I'm better off where I am.