I see what you're talking about! The bakery that only plays 80s jazz. They’re making the lemon shortbread in a ridiculous shape again. I still don’t understand the appeal, but I bought one for my mom's breakfast tomorrow.
The street outside smelled like wet pavement and cinnamon. I thought about how we used to race across it after class, pretending we were being chased by some manifestation of deadlines. We were loud enough to get stared at. I miss that untainted kind of loud, but I also get second-hand embarrassment from that memory hahaha
Everyone says this is the best time of our lives, but most of the time it just feels like trying to balance a teacup on top of a tornado.
Later, make sure to take the path where you would pass the vending machine in the math building. It had finally eaten its last snack and given up. Someone taped a picture of a sad cartoon person crying over a sandwich on it. I laughed so hard.
Also, I talked with my new neighbor while she waited for her coffee. The one with the cat that looked like a wizard trapped in a house pet’s body. She told me she absolutely intentionally wore the long laced coat for the stares. Same with the book she always carries, although it’s also for the comfort of its weight.
What an interesting person.
Anyway, can’t wait for lunch. I’m starting to romanticize our cafeteria pasta again.
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