I am DONE with practices for the week, so I decided to treat myself to a Grande Caramel Frapp and some Barnes and Noble time.
Note: I did not purchase the Caramel Frapp at B&N. I have a firm belief that it's just not the same as going to an actual Starbucks.
Anywho...I've been sitting here for about an hour typing out some notes for my brit lit class, and there's this "English bloke" sitting a few tables from me (how befitting, right?). I absolutely adore an English accent. I almost kinda desperately want to ask him what the hell he is doing in Beaumont, Texas, where his absolutely B-E-A-U-tiful language is slaughtered on a daily basis, but I shan't. The even more adorable thing is he's sitting at the table with two equally adorable old ladies with equally lovely accents. One of them is talking about her "flat" that she lived in as a teen. I envy her...well, I envy her teenage self from about seventy-five years ago, anyway.
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