I didn't feel like being at home tonight so I decided to go to Starbucks. I wore cargos, a pull over-hooded sweatshirt and sandals. People couldn't help themselves from staring at my feet. It was Starbucks! It's not like I was in a formal environment. Anway, I felt so uncomfortable. I may have been paranoid, but it seemed that they were giving me dirty looks.
Anyway, I'm IM-ing with Mary right now.
*note: no philosophy as conversation or at 1:30am.

I spoke with an old friend from HCCS. We talked about the good old days and what happened to the rest of the group I used to hang with. It seems that the alcoholics of the group have quite. I was one of them. I'm glad the rest finally grew up. She's almost out of UofH also. She has about a year to go. She started after me and it feels that she will be out before me. I still remember when all we worried about was where the money for the Daquiri's was coming from. I can't beleive that I actually enjoyed reminising about that part of my past. It was cool.

I also spoke with a high school friend. She's 6 months pregnant and loving it. She never seemed the mother kind. I wished her luck because if the daughter is anything like the mother, the world will be turned upside down and chaos will ruin the face of the earth. Just kidding. She'd make a good mother. Life goes on.