it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

I'm sort of excited for school to start again. Hopefully I'll be a better student this time around. I think I didn't get excited til yesterday when whole milk two splenda guy came through our drive through. He never talks but lately he's been opening up to me about the economy and such. I hand him his coffee and he tells me that we're doing alright in Utah. He says something about how his students told him with all the coffee he buys he should just invest $6 a day in Starbucks Stock and he laughs, and I ask him what he teaches. He tells me he teaches language to the army, and my interest is suddenly peaked by
a) army
b) language
because I love language and I always wanted to join the army. But anyways, he starts telling me how you can make bank if you know Chinese. So maybe I will finish learning Spanish and then move on to Chinese. And move to California and travel. For fun, you know?
So school doesn't make me as pissy as it used to, is the moral of my story.
And I drink too much coffee.
The End.

Oh wait.

"If I dressed sluttier I'd sell more aprons...but they won't let me."
-Hannah Porter