Updates from the coffee shop while I'm trying to study:

to the girls of Miami: as the fall is upon us I invite you to review your collection of "leggins" and remember that tights are not leggings. They are in fact NOT opaque. If I see one more ass and underwear flabbing around on my way to class i'm going to start giving public wedgies. 

I don't think I can date this boy: same old story-- he's kind of a square. I don't want you to softly make awkward love to me while lifehouse plays in the background. sorry. 

best way to kill a phone: drop it in Acton Lake and as it's sinking to a murky doom... electroshock it. [i am sorry bryan, but that's just funny. an epic death]

when people walk around on this wooden floor it sounds like the old PAC and makes me wish i was doing something fun on the stage again. cyd charisse-- i'm coming

AND Beccas coming to SOAwatch

AND Shauna and Nicole are coming here

AND hopefully my new bike is coming home with me this weekend

the kid at the next table just quoted the "pokadex" 

I can't help but compare in my head the conversation they're having about which pokemon you would eat with the conversation we had earlier in class about which phytoplankton you would eat, I'm still undecided on both counts. 

i really need to file my nails, well, really they resemble talons much more by now...

i am so lake-ed out right now, but none the less, ever onward to graph some thermoclines....