Caramel Frappuccino Instead of Class

It’s just after eight in the morning. The sidewalks are quiet since classes have already started. The weather is still cold, though spring is just around the corner. The cold wind was in my face on the walk over to Starbucks, and my once perfectly straightened hair now looks a mess. The cold seems to have stuck to my jacket because I’m still shivering even after the young guy opened the door for me.

The aroma of fresh coffee and lattes is almost overwhelming when I first walk inside. Not many people are in yet. There’s only one barista and a guy dressed in more formal clothing, I’m assuming a manager, behind the counter. After taking a seat on the plush, almost velvety mini-sofa, I see only two other students in the lounge. Both are studying. Though the one guy with the baseball cap seems more focused on choosing the right song on his iPod than on his work.

I guess he doesn’t like the coffeehouse jazz folk beats as much as I do. Starbucks plays the music so loud though; I’m starting to think I’m in some coffee rave party.

There’s no conversation. There’s hardly anyone in here.

I’ve been staring at the baseball iPod shuffling guy since we entered, not because he’s cute (because he’s not), but because I’m trying to write something interesting down and is he doing anything?! No. I am curious as to what drink he ordered. It’s in a white paper cup; probably the ‘tall’ size. I know I won’t like it no matter what it is. I can’t drink hot beverages without burning my mouth.

Two people came in, a gentleman and a… lady? I think she’s a lady…
I can’t understand anything in this place; why is the music so loud? I finally find two people having a convo and I can’t even hear it. I need to invest in some spy gear.

Haha that’d be sweet.

Anyway those two people, the guy and the “lady” just moved clear across the other side of Starbucks to have their conversation. I guess they caught on that me and my two other classmates were trying to hear what they were saying. Way to help us with our schoolwork, jerks.

I like people watching, but only once have I ever actually written what I’ve seen. And no, it was not in a creepy fashion. Just because I want some sweet spy gear to go all James Bond on peoples’ butts (I gave up cussing for lent.. even though I’m not religious.. mm long story), doesn’t mean I’m a creepy person.

More people have come through the door. Ugh typical college people too. Stupid girls mixing sweatpants and Ugg boots. Does anyone else find those UGGly or just me? She has a shirt on with three triangles. We all know what that means. Ugh typical college guys. Polo shirt, khaki pants, a North Face jacket and some stereotypical “bro” shades. You couldn’t pay me to talk to them.

In fact I don’t need to hear their conversations because they’re all the same.
Dude what’d you do last night?
Dude, I can’t even remember, bro. We were all soooo wasted.
Haha yeah bro, well I was SHWASTED.
Hahahahaha. Nice, dude.
Yeah, bro, I saw you with that girl, man.
Yeah dude, she was hot AND drunk. *high fives like it’s the coolest thing in the world*

Blah Blah Blah dumb guys having even dumber conversations about dumb girls doing even dumber things.
Yay 8:36 a.m. Starbucks on campus with the classiest students of Arkansas! GO HOGS