actually written on a different day.

My favorite weather.

Uneven blotches of dead, flat looking clouds that float around a cloudy gray sky. This gloomy weather makes appropriate the double take you do on your umbrella before heading out the door. Scarves do little to protect you from the icy breeze because the wind finds its way through the sleeves of your coat anyway. The best remedy would be a toasty little somethin' somethin' to warm you from the inside. The spiciness that complements the sweetness of a chai tea latte, subtly topped with cinnamon powder, makes for a perfect drink on this uncomfortable day.

But you're too poor to buy a $4.00 drink so you settle for a stick of gum instead.



No longer do I find Gloomsville my favorite weather. I figure, what weather is more complicated? From my twenty years of existence and very limited knowledge, I have come to the conclusion that this "transition period" is when people get most sick. This has nothing to do with why this is my favorite weather.

No matter how expensive or inexpensive your mattress is, the moment right before waking up, your bed feels like one giant snuggie worn by a man made of fluffy pillows (or woman, if you'd rather) wrapping his (or her) arms around you. You don't ever want to let go. But like Rose from Titanic, enough is enough and you gotta let go eventually. You've got places to go and people to see!
Anyway, peeking from the window is the morning greet from the famous sun. The skies are a radiant blue and every building, plant, fence and whatever else is out your window looks like an over exposed photograph. And if you're like me, you'll stare carefully out the window for a good second or two to see if the leaves on the trees are moving. This is crucial information in determining whether or not a jacket will be needed that day.

But doesn't really matter, because during the day of my favorite weather, any form of attire is appropriate. This is what I call, a Cardigan Weather. (You're fine with a cardigan or you're fine without a cardigan. The weather is just that great!)

You get the benefits of a sunny sky along with the constant friendly slaps of a chilly breeze.

ANYTHING GOES!

If you want to come back home to take a nap, as I will do very soon, you can because it's cold enough to snuggle back into your giant fluffy snuggie bed. But if you have errands to run, this cardigan weather provides for you a giant sun to get you in that uppity mood to run errands. It is a common belief that gloomy weather chains you to your bed and indian summers will melt your brains out of your ears. But this cardigan weather takes the best out of each and combines it into a neatly packaged October 23rd. What a great mood I am in =)

And if you're like me, you will have found a $20 bill in your notebook and have enough money to buy yourself a nice toasty Chai tea latte, along with, heck, maybe even three other people. And a pack of gum to boot!

Misconception: as much as I whined about hating small talk in my previous post, it's not THAT bad. Lots of people afterwards that I talked to were like, "Oh yeahhh, you hate small talk. blahblah" A wittle small talk is good, but I'm just sayingggggg, I sometimes prefer sitting quietly alone than have conversations that lead nowhere.

BUT ITS NOT THAT BAD. Apparently I have no way to win this because I dug a hole for myself. This does not mean that I hate when people approach me to talk to me. I hate approaching people when I have nothing to talk about and all we end up doing is having some sort of an empty conversation.

Yeah, I think I phrased that a little better. =)


So I spent a good hour at starbucks trying to figure out how to get my internet to work, and what do I do when I am granted the gift of having the world at my fingertips (literally, with a click from my trackpad)-- I end up on this website trying to convince people that I actually do enjoy getting to know people, and a....alskjdfa. I'm going to stop.



Other than being sick, but not really sick-- having a constant tickle in my throat, I am doing swell. Studying functions as a sleeping pill for me. As soon as I study, I fall asleep.

it's 2:13

When my internet doesn't work, I start to think of all the productive things that I could be doing on the world wide web. Flash forward a couple of minutes when my airport snags the internet wavelengths from the air: I'm on stupid blogger writing a blog entry about how I am not making use of my now-working internet.

College made me realize that I have one pet peeve that I cannot get rid of. The art of small talk. Some people have mastered it, whereas I feel as though I have gotten worse in my attempts than before. When it comes to small talk, I can't help but be... NOT-GENUINE. There is a certain type of small talk that I have come to dislike. It's the i-really-don't-care-but-here-goes kind of conversation. College forces you to have these conversations multiple times a day. The kind of conversation where all you find out about the person is their name, major and year-- and what's the point, because you forget anyways. I've always been a pretty darn sincere person, but man have I reached my limits these past few years. But it's definitely something I've been working on. It's a little hard though, since I tend to just shut down when I realize that the conversation is set to die out in a few more seconds-- I start looking around (almost frantically) in all sorts of directions before I eventually pull out my, "Hey, hold on; I'll be right back"-line.

I hardly ever do return. =)

Then I go and mingle with someone else I don't have to make such meaningless conversation with.

Even at work, I would make conversation with a customer, and eventually I get worn out of trying to act like I really DO care about what they're doing that particular day. (They're at the mall. I think I can guess what most customers are doing) I DO care about my customers, but after about 300 customers, it gets hard to care.

This makes me sound like a total social grinch.

I'm not. I, like many others, find small talk to be painful, and am starting to grow an ever-increasing dislike for this form of interaction. I am aware that it is necessary and inevitable, of course! But man oh man.

Mind you, every now and then I'll meet a particular interesting feller, and I'll crack a joke and they'll crack an even better joke and later, sall gravy.

Awkward moments make for a fun story for you to tell your friends, so it's fun.

On to something more interesting:

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...you didn't actually believe me did you?

goodnight!