I'm sitting in the courtyard at school reading a textbook... or, rather, I am people-watching. It's probably the hot-spot for Freshmen, or where the dudes scope out the newest and latest orange women who have arrived on campus. Whatever, I am fascinated with these orangette's, too. How do they look like Baked Cheetos and believe it looks natural? I should tell them about the kind of guy they are attracting (think: Jersey Shore, maybe?), and the kind of treatment they are warranting. Oh, and chick- those "nude" dance tights you're wearing? More believable skin than your face. Sorry I'm not sorry. Or, maybe I should stop eating so many carrots before I judge people with orange-tinged skin.
Distractions.
"Social psychology is the study of"... wait- observing people must be more beneficial than reading someone else's words about how to figure people out.
Right now I'm just wondering if the shady guy sitting on the bench across from me is awake. He is creeping me out, "Weekend at Bernie's"-style. Did he just move? Hat and sunglasses on (it's overcast, mmmkay), phone and hands in his lap, mouth open wide... is this just the sitting posture of a dude, or has his previous Algebra class put him into a deep comatose sleep? I don't blame him...
Class starts in six minutes. That girl with the "water bottle" in the "Drink Smart" koozie better be thinkin' what I'm thinkin'... hydrate- it is Florida, after all!
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