Ok so I am a bit peeved. In my attempts to find a new place to finish my paper (which I am clearly hard at work on) I decided to pop into the local starbucks. I have not been to a starbucks since being back in LA. Wow, starbucks sucks…A LOT!
a regular coffee costs $1.54. Up until now I have paid no more than 1.35 every other place I have been. I am by no means a coffee afficianado but seriously this is the worst coffee I have ever tasted. Like it’s really gross.
- Starbucks, even the ones in small towns, don’t give you free wifi. So my cueessssssstion to you all is, if there is free wifi next door why is everyone here
- The only people in undergrad campuses who hang out at starbucks are
a) stupid undergrads who don’t know any better.
b) Pretentious grad students taking undergrads on dates. A quote I am hearing from a man wearing a yellow and brown (yes you heard me) pin striped velvet jacket (read: tool) talking to a girl in pig tails saying various thing which include “well my brother and I grew up on a farm…our cholesterol was prodigious from various dairy and meat products….the whole sense of the beauty of androgeny and the higher kingdom, or, whatever.” The plot thickens as I realize that this guy also has a wedding ring.
People don’t talk like this in real life, and the ones who do are poets and as we all know from my own personal experience, POETS ARE LIARS! My main impotace for saying this is that I dated this guy who played the guitar and sang me elliot smith songs and in the end he spoke more than he felt. Thus the saying, poets are liars. They say what they think, not what they feel because they are all about the drama and the pretty words. Point being, as a teenager I always wanted a poet who would sing me songs and tell me that all the other girls in the room were stars and I was the northern lights, and then I had that and you know what, it was full of shit. So now I’m just happy when david says “you’re so hot when you talk about critical race theory.” It’s not as beautiful as being called the northern lights but I feel it’s much more genuine.
I seriously love people watching. I think you can read so much about people just from watching them. More than you get from talking to them. Look at their body language, where they have their hands, the clothes they choose to wear. You can tell the image they want to give off and sometimes that image is different from the person they really are. And you can tell when a guy likes a girl and she doesn’t know it. Or when a gay kid and his best hag are sitting together and he loves her even though she’s kind of chubby and looks like shit because she’s the only person who treats him like a human being. And you can see the girl sitting alone with red hair who looks oddly uncomfortable and she puts on her headphones even though she’s listening to the conversations of people around her. Or the two bitches who are having the most mundane conversation EVER and acting like their shit don’t stink when you know they actually hate their lives. Whenever people ask what I’d want if I could have any super power I always say flying, but honestly I think I’d want to be invisible so I could just watch people. Oh gay boy, put down that pastry!
1 comment:
starbucks coffee sucks because everyone who goes there just buys frappuccinos.
that yellow and brown jacket guy sounds TERRIBLE. wish i had been there.
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