just a glimpse of your ankle and i react like it's 1805

I’m attempting to study. It’s not working out well. I left my house, hoping that I’d be able to focus better at the café. Instead of being studious, I’ve sat here doodling in my notebook. The type of doodling that’s only acceptable when you’re in grade nine and your notebook has little pink hearts all over it. And now my film notes will forever have someone’s name in disgustingly flowery writing all over it. I keep looking out the window, hoping someone I know will pass by so I can talk to them instead of learn about boring film theory. I’m especially hoping to see a very specific person, even though I know I won’t and it’s really better that I won’t because I have to study.

Oh, and I’m wearing pants today. Apparently it’s surprising to people that I own pants. This is curious. Maybe this misconception has something to do with the fact that in freezing cold weather yesterday I wore a skirt. It’s just that I can’t let go of summer, so I hope that dressing for it will make it come back sooner. After testing this theory extensively, I have found that (surprisingly) what I wear does not effect the weather. However, it does make everyone ask “aren’t you freezing?” every 2.5 seconds. I should start being more sensible.