Coffee’s pouring out my ears
it’s the only thing they have in here
and my heart stops beating…
And, so, I’m back home, sitting in bed and internetting, reading Harry Potter, and making extravagant trips around town–mostly to buy a pair of leather boots and get some sushi. The norm for being back home. I haven’t gotten to see any of my friends yet, and I can feel the tug of only having been by my family for three days straight; the lethargy and stress is setting in, and I should probably get out. Which I will. Don’t worry. I’m seeing Harry Potter with friends this afternoon, and it should be wonderful.
I just want some rain and to be able to escape the house and to go frolic around on Main Street. I also want to complete the two skirts I want to sew up over this break. Two ankle-length full skirts that I can both wear during the winter and also for my job at the First State Capitol. Come winter holidays, I’ll go back to work where I’ll be dressed up nearly every day. I’ve realised over these past three months at school how much I’ve missed working there. It was relaxing and yet always changing and interesting and educational and hilarious. The people I was around are… great. Funny. And I find myself missing them.
It’s been getting cold lately (aside from today in Saint Charles where it’s already reached 23 degrees; sorry, that’s 74). Kirksville cold is full of dry wind and pretty soon will also be full of ice and snow, but I’m looking forward to it. I’m looking forward to when there are lights in the trees near the eternal flame (which, ironic to it’s name, is never lit) and that they can be so beautiful when they light up the night. I’m looking forward to First Snow, a Missouri Hall tradition of celebrating the first real snow with hot chocolate and tea in the main lounge with all kinds of people. It’s such a wonderful way to meet new people who have been around you all year without you ever knowing it. Last year’s was wonderful; I just sat and drank up some tea for an hour in front of the two story windows, watching the snow come down, chatting with a group of people. It’s kind of like the coffee-house/bar fiancé I’ve talked about before.
Though I haven’t mentioned it on here, have I?
The coffee-house/bar fiancé is the story of how I’m going to meet my future husband: I’ve been dragged to a bar with my friends, and being the type who’s not into drinking and has become the designated driver, I’m mostly just sitting in the corner with a cup of tea, waiting for my friends to get sufficiently drunk before we head to the next bar. And then, as I’m people watching, I notice a man across the room, in another corner, sipping at some coffee. He’s dressed nicely, probably in his mid to late twenties, and looks like he might just be finishing up his master’s or doctoral degree is who knows what, and we lock eyes from across the room. I go to sit down at his table and we start to chat, as he’s also been dragged to the bar by his friends. Seven months later, we’re engaged.
By no means is this serious. Please know that I am not desperately searching for this situation; though it is the humorous way that I tell people I want to meet someone. And it’s mostly just the “we lock eyes from across the room” that makes me giggle every time.
I can’t take my life, or fake-future life, seriously at all. There are always too many things to laugh about.
Another coffee it’s on the house
The poor-girl look is on the owner’s spouse
And my heart stopped beating.