This morning, I woke up at 8:15. The plan was to get up and do some yoga before class.
However, what ended up happening was sleeping in until 9:28 am....Class begins at 9:35.
I stumbled out of bed, put on some jeans, a fleet foxes shirt, and a black sweater. While pulling my hair into a bun, I thought to myself how dread-lock like it was becoming (not what I want), and how I really need to wash it. I walked out the door--and resigning myself that I'll be late to class anyway, walked the familiar walk to Starbucks.
Because I walked in at 9:36 am, a minute after classes start, I was one of three people in line--a professor, a student, and me. Waiting, I heard a familiar tune playing from the speakers:
Sometimes I can't believe it; I'm moving past the feeling. Sometimes I can't believe it...I'm moving past the feeling again.
The last chorus...I began to tap my foot, thinking, wow, ND is finally catching on...At the end of the song for a brief moment, I thought maybe they were playing the whole album. But that wouldn't be very ND like. So what actually happened is a Lindsay Lohan song came on. Really?
I smiled at this and ordered my usual: grande awake tea, please.
The barista made my drink, handed it to me in the usual way (why do they never actually *hand* you the drink? they just put it on the counter and push it toward you.) and I gave her my ID, to pay. She swiped it, and instead of the familiar "have a nice day!" instead, there was an "oh wait, hold on a sec."
I looked up, to see her focusing on the screen. She swiped it again. "It says your not enough balance?"
I smiled and laughed. "Haha! I'm probably out."
She checked and told me I had a dollar and 28 cents on my card, and 17 cents in domer dollars--would I like to use it? I nodded, and paid the rest with my credit card.
Walking out of Starbucks, I remarked to myself that in the Spring of my senior year, on leap day, I ran out of flex points not in March or April, but in February, on the day they were playing my favorite band, in my favorite hideout on campus.