I brought my laptop to the Starbucks two minutes from my house; I had a free drink postcard that I got in the mail for my birthday, so that was added motivation. I need to work on my grad school application, which I have a lot of anxiety about. I go from working on it nonstop to not working on it for three weeks. I came here because there’s too much distraction at home – too much to be done, too much to play around with, too many other priorities waiting there. I’m not super pleasantly pleased with being here because it’s just not quiet enough for me. Since when did I become someone that needed lots of quiet to work and concentrate? Maybe always?
It is interesting to people watch, something I don’t normally have time for. Hell, I don’t have time for it now (hello, I’m here to work!) but sometimes it can’t be helped. I have on super comfy clothes. When my clothes are comfy, I’m comfy, and the more comfy I am the more relaxed I am and the more I can get done. I have on a cotton v-neck t, one I got from the gap at K’s suggestion, so there’s some skin showing. My tattoo half showing. I’m used to people staring at it, but, you know, for like 20 seconds. This guy – THIS GUY – would NOT stop staring. I kept looking up at him, catching him, keeping his stare. Finally, I switched seats at my table so he was looking at my back end instead. Fuck you asshole.
Anyway, I’m on a difficult part of my app, one where I have to write about an event, person, or experience that has been important in my development. Ugh. Back to the grind.
Although, seriously, I’m probably not going to get in. And then I’ll have to quit my job, sell my belongings, and drive around the country for a few months, being completely irresponsible and crazy.