<h2>I feel like writing to no one in particular. Facebook is uninteresting right now. </h2>
<p>I looked forward to spending my $5 as efficiently as possible in order to get the coffee fueled high I crave after 3 or so hours of sleep.</p>
<p>I reached Borders 5 minutes before happy hour ended and got myself a large hazelnut cafe latte (which was soon saturated with splenda) at a discount price, and then later, a large iced coffee (also to be immediately saturated with splenda). I was not and am not truly awake, but any attempt to close my eyes and fall asleep ends up with me doing some sort of exotic jig with an eye twitch here and a head jerk there, and some tingling sensation in my right leg.</p>
<p>However, if not for my caffeine induced heightened sense of awareness, I perhaps would not have noticed some of the many things that made these last couple hours the most interesting ones of the day.</p>
<p>Somewhere between poring over books of successful essays and casting foreboding glances towards the giant book of SAT practice tests that I will eventually bring myself to open, I found time to eavesdrop on the conversation of a book club discussing in hushed assertions the various views of the world, and how each member believed one surely trumped the rest.</p>
<p>The members were elderly, but cosmopolitan, looking folk. One was dressed in an outfit that I would steal; her name was Kat. Another was wearing proper grandmother attire (not to discriminate against grandmothers or anything); her name was Dana. I didn’t catch the name of the book, but apparently it had some controversial point about who has the ultimate control in life or something too deep to handle like that.</p>
<p>Why is it so easy to figure out where people stand just by taking one look at them? I am no different, I’m sure, but it’s still surprising how simple it is to predict exactly how most react to given situations based on appearance.</p>
<p>Dana was infuriated that Kat was egotistical enough to believe that her opinions about right and wrong superseded those of God’s, not a specific one, she added, but those made clear by the recurring moral guidelines put forth by every religion. Kat, on the other hand, believed it to be egotistical of Dana to believe that she knew the inner machinations of God’s mind. Jeffrey, a heavier set, upper-middle aged man with graying hair and a formidable mustache, was an atheist and thought they were both utterly wrong and presumptuous, but eventually took to silence and shooting scathing glares.</p>
<p>Funny, I remember this very argument taking place repeatedly on bus rides during my freshman year. It’s a little discomforting to know that there are questions that will remain unanswered as I age, and will remain debatable forty something years from now. I don’t like discomforting things. I stopped listening.</p>
<p>It was 8:11 when I had to use the restroom. I guess I was happy that nature told me I needed a break from the college shenanigans.</p>
<p>The creaky stall doors were made by a company that went by the name of Columbia. Goddamn.
(No joke, go see for yourself when you have to pee at Borders.)</p>
<p>I walked out only to see another reminder of my impending unknown fate. Some apathetic teenager had left a misplaced book standing on the foremost shelf. It was on college majors. I looked away.</p>
<p>By the time I returned back to my couch in the corner, the elderly book club had left. This left me nothing to creep upon, so I plugged in my dilapidated earphones and continued on my eye-gulping of information that will be useful to me in the fall while ignoring things that are more than important right now, all with a nice Andrew Bird soundtrack to tie together nicely (also holy **** my phone just rang as I typed this sentence and my ringtone is “Oh No” by Andrew Bird).</p>
<p>“Carrying on with your conspiracies…”</p>
<p>I was in the middle of one of my favorites,“Effigy,” when my mother came to get me. Peeved that I had to pause it in order to gather my things and wrap up my ipod, I reluctantly got my stuff together.</p>
<p>“…filling the room with a sense of unease.”</p>
<p>Borders was playing Noble Beast. It was playing Effigy. It was within 3 seconds of being completely in tandem with my ipod.</p>
<p>My heart literally fluttered.</p>
<p>I reveled in how low the chances of what just happened actually happening were, only interrupted by my mother’s obnoxious honking.</p>
<p>I suppose it wasn’t that obnoxious… since I had wandered outside and was dazedly staring right at the car without realizing that that car was in fact my car, the one that I was supposed to get inside… but clearly, I had several more important things to muse over.</p>
<p>Of course, this fleeting bubble of harmony was poked very sharply by my mother’s shrill excitement that I had gotten an application from unnamed prestigious university, only to break into a bitter argument about why I had no right making the decision not to apply there on my own. Whatever, of course I have the right, Hrrmph. Seriously, do people even make that noise in real life? I totally would if I knew the proper way to execute such a sound.</p>
<p>It turned into a squabble over my lack of responsibility and my misplacing of several coffee mugs (Has anyone seen a navy blue coffee mug lying around in school?), but we eventually mutually surrendered, and I became extremely conscious of the creeping silence, and my mind immediately set to filling it with lyrics of obscure songs.</p>
<p>“The decider says that I’m a fighter, but I can’t feel my ****ing legs…”</p>
<p>… and so, with time, the coffee began to wear off.</p>
<p>and two hours later, I am back in the same computer chair that has taken such huge role in my past year.
And as my eyes slowly stop jitterbugging on me, the coincidences are becoming less apparent.</p>
<p>It’s amazing how comfortable this uncomfortably familiar chair is at a time like this.</p>