crepe shop and some other thoughts.

my tea was still boiling hot when i arrived at school today. making the temperature perfectly warm outside my thermos to warm my nearly frost bitten fingers. I know i must look like a lunatic, unfortuantely try as i might, i can't help but deeply breath in the smell of blueberry muffins coming from that warm cup repeatedly for the first two periods of school each and every morning. something about it tickles my fancy and makes me feel warm and nice all over. its weird how the littlest things can make life so much better. who would have guessed a little pouch of herbs and some boiling water could make a morning so fantastic. but i assure you, it does.
someone wonderful that i'm privileged to know introduced me to something magical today. a little crepe shop off state in orem. i was delighted as soon as i walked into see a cute shop with a tree in the epicenter and intracate vines painted all along the ceiling. it was quaint and little and cute, topping my afternoon off nicely with a peach cobbler crepe and some sweet tunes.
sometimes i wear yoga pants. for days in a row. forget looking like an acutal human. sweats are far more appealing expecially when paired with my favorite stripped shirt and fuzzy mid-calf lengh socks. i'm a fasion guru. HA! i also spend at least an hour doing my hair every moring. right. not. i didn't even brush it today. still sporting the same messy bun i pulled back in a bright red rubber band last night at about seven thirty. honestly i could care less. the clothes i wear do not determine the worth of the person inside them. theres so much more to me than meets the eye. i wish i could have that stampped on my forehead maybe then more people would take the time to get to know me. instead i sat in the computer lab all lunch period deleting forwards and advertisements from the inbox of my email account that contained nearly one thousand unoppened messages. highlight of the afternoon? maybe. parhaps later on i'll play a game of chess with myself. cause hey, i do what i have to. gotta keep things interesting.
sometimes i'm okay to spend thursday nights alone in my room with pandora playing and a vanilla sented candel lit while i lay on the floor and read old magazines. sometimes i perfer doing so. actually nearly all the time i do. i'd have to say i do a lot more contempating life than the average person. i'm usually content inside my head. lifes a little easier there.