Bugs and strangers

It's ridiculously humid here, so the mosquitoes and other such insects that have been lying low as of late are out in force. A great number of them seem to be attracted to the neon sign above my head, which they can't get to, thanks to a window. There's a guy on the other side of the window who happens to be sitting right under that swarm of bugs, but doesn't either seem to notice them or seem to care (perhaps he is too engrossed in his textbook). If I were him, I would immediately search for a new table to sit at. I'm assuming that there are not bugs in here because it is too cold in here for the bugs to appreciate, considering how much warmer it is outside.

I always wonder more about strangers than I should. It's an amusing past-time to come up with false backgrounds for people who I've never seen before. Honestly, though, sometimes you see people and you can't help but wonder about something that stands out about them. Why not satisfy your curiosity by answering that question yourself? Undoubtedly, you can come up with a more captivating answer than what would have been given to you by the stranger. Doing so may also decrease your amount of staring at strangers, which would give the rest of the world the illusion that you may have acquired manners at long last.

Right now, I'm listening to strange, accordion-focused music, which makes me feel as if I'm trapped in a Tim Burton film. If only that were true and Johnny Depp came walking through the door. Unfortunately, I'm still stuck in the same crap college town. It's all made worse by the facts that a) I'm dealing with a lingering cold/flu (meaning my body aches, my nose won't stop dripping, and I'm coughing up my lungs...or so it feels) and b) there was a Lights Over Paris show that I couldn't go to because of class and the venue had them play an early show because of its club night (the show is all ages, so they all need to be kicked out before the club night started). Not that I'm really a fan of Lights Over Paris (they're little better than Justin Bieber), but it'd be a chance to look at mildly attractive guys that I know in a sense. I say that because I know their type, the pay-to-players, as I like to call them. I knew that type pretty well when I was in LA. Regularly came into contact with them both on campus and in my social life. So, it would be a taste of the familiar, a taste of what I consider to be home. Instead, I'm here, listening to odd music and staring out at the odd Midwestern human landscape that's an accurate representation of this town. Woe is me.