The power of juice and a sunny Friday afternoon

Sitting on the grass. Drinking my juice. Soaking in the sun.

It’s Friday. I just got out of school. I’m tired and the day is long from over.

But I’m happy. I’m freaking happy and I don’t want this moment to end.

A sea of university students are scattered around me.

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And I feel as though I fit in.

I probably don’t. I probably look like a baby playing dress up and pretending to be part of the grown-ups.

Just an hour ago some guy in my class found out I was 18, and his jaw actually dropped. He was all “Whaat?? :?  You!!? 18?! YOU??! Naaaaah….” (Seriously. I wish I were exaggerating….)

I was like “Well, geeeeee. Thankzz.”

Though I hear looking younger is a sought-after trait, especially in later years, so, you know, I’m good smile (My non-existing height probably doesn’t help matters…my brother calls me “Hobbit” on a regular basis…. *ahem* moving on)

It’s moments like these that make me realize how important it is to just flip the OFF switch once in a while. Just cram all your stress and problems in a bottle and burn those To-Do Lists.

Like thus:

 

I’m happy. I’m freaking happy and I felt like writing. I haven’t felt like this in ages. Things don’t seem so bad anymore.

It’s nice.

 

There’s this crazy sailor guy screaming goodness what at the far corner of the park. I think he’s drunk…..

I’ve seen him, often though. He’s sorta part of this little university park.

It fun observing him and his buddies lol

I love people watching :happy:

I’d do it more often if it didn’t make me seem like a creepy stalker….. tongue

You know what I’ve noticed?

All theses people here are, I don’t know how to describe this, different. Like back in school EVERYBODY looks the same. Same shoes, same clothes, same hair, even though we don’t have a uniform it almost seems like we do. To me anyways. At the beginning I was all scared and, well, embarrassed to be wearing something other than gray (or is it grey? I never know question ), gray and the occasional black. (Not even mentioning the brands. It’s like there’s a secret brand rule book I know nothing about!!)

Sitting in this park though (or rather large patch of green) and seeing all the different styles and crazy clothing…. I don’t know, I guess it hit me that I won’t always be the odd one out smile

It kind of adds to the whole happiness feeling.

Aaaaaah life is good right now.

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Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to lean against my backpack, close my eyes, pretend to be sleeping, but instead ‘ll be people stalking watching. :tongue:

Psssssst.

Don’t tell wink

 

Lol ok so this guy just walked by me sporting leather hose and a feather hat …. You gotta love these college kids.

 

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4 thoughts on “The power of juice and a sunny Friday afternoon

  1. Carol Lyle

    I also love watching people…. I think its part of this “writing thing” we do.

    • Cora

      Hmmm must be…. Glad to know I’m not the only stalker around here :wink:

  2. Me too! People watching is the best. It must be a writer thing.

    • Cora

      Would ya look at that… A second comment proclaiming there love for people watching within 24hours!! Am I seeing a pattern here? :wassat:
      I should do a survey :kissing:

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