My new favorite spot...

One more week until fall break and I am ready to get out of here. My feet are tired of walking around campus all day. My eyes need about a days rest of sleeping. My head needs a break from thinking and yadda yadda yadda.

Before break I have an exam, a midterm, a quiz, and maybe even a paper due. Surprisingly I am not stressed about those things. I am more stressed about how quickly this semester has flown by. I swear it was only a few weeks ago that I was moving all my stuff into my room, and before you know it I will be sitting in a classroom taking a final exam hoping to pass. WTF.

So even though I am looking forward to a couple of days off from the grind, I am not looking forward to returning to it.

I just realized that my midterm for English is Thursday and then remembered that the class as a whole had discussed a study session(along with the teacher) today at three pm. So packing up my things I jetted to my favorite building. I must take pictures of it, it isn't even all that pretty, but it's the history building which ultimately makes it very cool. I have always had a thing for history(or social studies as we call it back in the day). It was by far my favorite subject. I mean I was always okay in English, and managed to pass math. I was pretty good with Science(meaning non-college science), but History was what I liked learning. Maybe it's my love of things old, but it was a class I liked going to. Plus all the TA's(once again pre-college) were hot and knew useless information. Which i think is cute

For some reason our English teacher wanted to meet in the history building on the third floor. THIRD FLOOR? I didn't even know there was a third floor, with couches, and better yet a ROOF Patio. And though I should have been paying attention to the review session, my eyes kept wandering outside to the patio. Sparsely furnished with a few tables and some chairs, the darkening sky making it all too inviting, I was tempted to stay after everyone left and take my place among the new discovery. At least I have something to return to tomorrow after psych class, unless I want to hang out at coffee place and embarrass myself again in front of hot coffee guy.

Hot coffee guy(who is crush worthy because he's well...Hott, but is nothing more than a "wow you are really hot to look at when I get my cookie" guy) is considerably older than me, and I don't think he goes to my school. Unfortunately his hotness makes me nervous and I don't look him in the eyes. I buy my cookie, take my change, and pray that my legs don't give out on me and I fall down the stairs, because something like that would clearly happen to me.

nevertheless I am completely awkward around him, head bent looking at my watch over and over again like I have somewhere to go even though I don't. Story of my current situation with boys, I am completely embarrassed to be around them.

So on Saturday after a disappointing 30 minute workout, I headed off to my other favorite spot, coffee shop, to get these organic peanut butter cookies(which has to be a lie because if I like it, it clearly cannot be organic). Of course whose beautiful coffee face is working there. There are two girls in front of me, and as calmly as anything one starts up a conversation. I felt like I should have been taking notes or something. She was so casual and not awkward. It was the first time I had heard him talk. It was bizarre and weird and so...normal that I was jealous I couldn't do something like that. Small talk.

Of course she also had a friend with her, and I think it makes things a little easier when you have someone else next to you. You can do anything when you have an amigo(a) next to you supporting or pushing you. I once told a policeman I thought he was hot. Oh yeah.

While taking mental notes of how to approach small talk with random people, the girl simply asked hot coffee dude "so what would you recommend"... Good Lord he went on for about 5 minutes on coffee. Flavor, texture, caffeine, decaffeinated. While learning how to approach small talk, I was also getting a coffee lesson. She said something, laughed, went on about her business.

Next it was my turn. So I go up to plate(because you must use baseball analogies when discussing things), get ready to swing for small talk champion of the world.

I'm thinking:

"I can't repeat the same thing, that would be weird. I can't ask "so hows the bagel and butter?" or maybe I should ask him what he recommends for a quick snack. Well that would be stupid, he would shrug and say "depends on what you like" which would then be followed by an awkward "yeah you have a point, I guess I'll just get my applejuice and cookie". Which would then be followed by me getting to the stairs and tripping and then just embarrassing myself, followed by hot coffee boy and girl who is a master a small talk laughing at the stupid awkward girl who has just fallen down the stairs and broken her leg(and her cookie).But they are at least nice enough to call 9-1-1."

Or at least that's what would happen in my mind.

So I say nothing, push my cookie and juice at him. Grab my things, and walk away defeated. Beckett -0 Boy-15. I'm losing this game.

But I at least walked away with a peanut butter cookie and applejuice, what more can a 20 year old ask for.

Beckett- 25 / Cookie-never had a chance.