I’m sitting in Clementine after having dinner at Hoover’s next door. There’s a one man band performing here and he’s crooning, “How precious each life is…” and blowing (or is gumming?) on a harmonica in between stanzas. Before Hoovers, I killed a couple of hours at Borders trying to study with Cindy. It’s difficult for me to study with some people. Especially if we’re both talkers. Now it’s difficult to read because of this one man show. He’s now screaming his song.
I’ve been somewhat of a regular now at Borders at the Domain ever since I started to study for my looming clinical research certification test. I prefer my smaller locally run coffee shops, but Borders is literally down the street from my new apartment. The barista is Vietnamese and we’ve already been pretty candid with each other. She told me the first time she told her boyfriend she loved him and I’ve told her why I’m not really confident with my Vietnamese. I found myself 2 other regulars today. One girl I’ve noticed twice before. She comes in to read Breaking Dawn, the fourth book in my first experience with a vampire series just released earlier this month. It sold 1.4 million copies the first 24 hours it was on sale. The movie of the first novel is coming out this December. Sadly, I have my own copy of Breaking Dawn and though I need not bum it off a bookstore, I haven’t had time to enjoy leisurely reading because of the test. I cannot wait to crack my own copy. The other regular is actually a couple. A white man and an Asian lady with hair down to her knees. They come here often reading and drinking coffee. I think the man recognized me today too. He gave me one of those “Hi, I know you.” smiles.
The perk of studying at independent coffee shops is that there usually is free wifi.
I’m drinking a steamer. I’ve never had a steamer before. Steamed milk with whatever flavor you want. I picked pumpkin spice. Mmmm pumpkin. For the first time in my life I’m looking forward to winter. I’m a summer girl at heart. I’m happiest in my summer skirts and summer dresses and I rather sweat than shiver. But winter offers comforts like pumpkin spice and blankets.
I have my second writing club meeting tomorrow and I still don’t have any writing to showcase. I just.. don’t know how to make shit up. Maybe I’ll work on that for a bit…