magpie

i was sitting outside starbucks today doing some chem. actually, i was more just watching people. the cars periodically line up on peace street at the glenwood light. i looked up and scanned them down. there were two young girls in a black saab. the passenger had those big sunglasses on like she was a movie star but didn't want anyone else to know. i watched them for a second and glanced on down the line. the light turned green and i looked back down at my notes. as they passed, i heard someone yell. it was the passenger and she was pointing at me. i mean i think she was. there was nobody else out there. i had no idea who it was but i gave a little wrist wave anyway. the noise she made sounded vaguely like it could have been the last 75% of my last name. who knows? i half expected them to turn around or park at the mushroom and come say hi. at least then i'd have known who i was dealing with.

then a pretty younger girl (i think) came and sat down at the table next to mine and sat staring at her mac. i read history books. we'd both look when a siren passed and i'd look down again, sneaking glances while she was engrossed in her business. she really was sort of pretty. and i'm such a goddamned twelve-year old. i really am.

i don't think some people realize that i actually get mad. sometimes it's just really unwise to try and joke with me or argue for the sake of arguing. because, believe it or not, you're the fucking ignorant one. that's why i'm quiet.

i'm not going to write about what i probably originally wanted to because the night is shot. it's gone. the happiness i had kind of disintegrated. at least the music is good.