Thursday, November 4, 2010

lois.

i'm pretty sure that if i did that whole "smart phone - 4 square" thing, then i would be the mayor of Grounds for Thought this week. i have been here more this week, then i have been at work... ok so that would be a dramatization. but i have been here a lot this week. studying for the gre has become my primary priority this week. i scheduled the test last week, and i am due to take it on monday 11/08/2010, yes that is this monday. am i nervous... terribly! i feel like i am going to throw up in my mouth twice. you know what i'm talking about, it's that feeling where you're about to stand up in front of a room full of 150 of the world's best food critics and you're trying to convince them that your hot pocket is the best after school snack. yep, it's like that, just like that.

so i'm here at grounds, trying to focus on studying, but being awful at it. way too many distractions here tonight. i'm currently sitting at a small table that is sitting between several other small tables, and i'm honestly more engaged in the conversations going on around me and the mannerisms of the people around me, more than studying in this moment.

to my left: four undergraduates i'm assuming, three girls, and a guy. he's studying for his philosophy mid term that's tomorrow, clearly not studying too hard, i think he fancies the red head that sits across from him. don't blame him, she seems pretty cool. i like her hair, and she's reading blue like jazz, good book right there friends.

directly in front of me: two old men playing scrabble, elderly men. they are so cute. one of them smiles a lot, the other is just here for the coffee i think. i've seem them here a lot actually, always playing scrabble. they're totally GFT regulars, i bet they are life long friends too.

to my right: young couple, clearly breaking up with one another right now. it's sad to see actually... i'm not sure how it got to this point for them, but it's difficult watch. his blood shot eyes scream that he's shed quite some tears today, or at least in the last couple of hours. her face seems transparent almost, i think she's just ready to go home. poor folks. don't envy them in this moment at all.

then there's me in 50 years, here in the flesh. love her. she's a great woman, well i think she is. i haven't actually had the privilege of meeting her yet, i call her lois. she looks like a lois. she's a shorter woman, her body is very much like an apple. short hair, a little gray, big bangs... bright pink lipstick, lime green and orange wind-breaker jacket with gray and white thin striped long sleeve tee shirt. she's sporting some khakis that are entirely too short for her, thick brown socks with pink polka dots all over them, and of course Crocs. yes, she's wearing Crocs with socks. i'm pretty sure she is me in 50 years, and that's ok... i like her. my first encounter with her, happened about two and half years ago. it was here, at grounds, i walked in and i saw her sitting at one of the tables reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, sipping on a cup of coffee, and an empty Diet Coke can in front of her... my kind of woman. i love her, lois. she doesn't know it yet, but we are best friends. i have full intentions of inviting her to my next birthday party, not sure if i'll ever have another birthday party, but if i do... she is TOTALLY invited! :)

well friends, i love chatting with you. but let's be honest with one another, i really need to study. otherwise, there will never be a high school guidance counselor with the last name Rozelle. enjoy this lovely fall weather, it's almost gone (sigh).