Today has been an excellent day for people-watching thus far.

I did not get a call to sub this morning, which was an enormous disappointment to me. It's like I was in the classroom for one day, and then they just said "That's enough...enjoy a couple days off with your thoughts. Have fun freaking yourself out!" I'm going to try not setting my alarm tomorrow and see what happens.

Anyway, I was awake very early, so I did some stuff I don't normally do. Like, pay my rent before the due date, and actually use the fitness center. I ran for about a half hour on the treadmill whilst listening to Daft Punk and Kanye West, which added to my list of things I do not normally do, as I do not normally listen to Daft Punk or Kanye West.

I woke my roommate up because I was afraid he was dead rather than sleeping. He does not make a peep when he comes in from class and immediately goes back to sleep. He may be a ninja. We talked for a half hour or so, and I decided that a trip to Barnes and Noble was in order.

And that's where I am now. People watching and being watched by people. An older gentleman just sat down with his wife at the table next to me. While she was ordering her drink, he sat down with his paper and started singing along to Adeste Fideles rather loudly. I don't know why, but it really got me into the Christmas spirit (whatever that is?) for a hot second. I think it was just because it was something that I would do, that I'm trying to keep myself from doing right now, that made the moment so endearing to me. I would, and more often than not, burst into song if I knew the words to whatever is playing over the Muzak in any store.

There is a young man sitting two tables away from me. Boyfriend definitely went the extra mile to point out that he continues to glance over here as he reads "Marley and Me" and checks his phone. He has the same phone that I do. I kinda wonder if he thinks of it as a switchblade phone like I do. Seriously, it's the only redeeming quality that phone has. This young man is kinda creepy, but kinda fun to watch, too. Maybe because I see bits of myself in him, also. It's funny that I find him a tad bit creepy, because the reasons I find him creepy would make myself creepy as well. He's just sitting there with a cup of coffee, reading a book. I'm just sitting here with my laptop, blogging. I finished my chai awhile ago. And maybe I'm creepier because I'm sitting here blogging about him. What I like about him, is that aside from him glancing over here from time to time, he's totally engrossed in that book. Like, to the point that he's laughing out loud at presumably funny parts. I do that all the time. I did it with my magazine earlier, and the store manager looked at me funny. What can I say.

The wife of the older gentleman just asked me if my hair was naturally this color. I said yes, and the man asked me how much I would sell it for. I'm in a weird mood today. That would normally freak me out a little, but I like the idea the the people I am watching are also watching me. I can't explain why I like that, other than the idea that we're maybe not all so different from each other. And I've definitely just rambled on for a ridiculously long post. I kinda miss typing from time to time, though. This felt good.

I'll work on conclusions for next time. For now, peace.