It's in the cut

So today was my first day of the new semester at school, which I knew was going to come sooner than later but it's over and done with. Whilst walking in the rain with my jacket hood on, I went back and forth campus from class to class and noticed that this is where all the (as far as labels go) emo, hip hop, international (as in, not only from Asia), older, flamingly gay, so-cal, and different people go. I've noticed it when I entered school but it's San Francisco so what more could I ask for? This was the reason I decided on my school and it's the people that make the school more enjoyable. For me anyway. We have all sorts. Not like say, Berkeley, where it seems like everyone is kinda sorta normal. How boring is that?

Anyway, that wasn't the point of this post. Since it was raining and was cold in general, most people were decked out in their winter jackets. What stuck out in my mind was that on the train home, I saw some older folks wearing trench coats that weren't particularly flattering. Usually I'm not a stickler for fashion and all that, I didn't match today or any day. What people wear is their business but it must have been the drastic difference in demographics from school to the public or something since I was really aware of people, and the dowdy coats that hung off their body frames. There are better coats out there!

Take a page from the Europeans (Italians especially) and their winter wear - trim line and simple. I saw this one chica with a nice wool coat and she was rockin' it.

Joie de vivre

On all the trains in the city, there are speakers that allow the conductor to announce stops and other informative information. Sometimes they forget that the speakers are on, and we riders get to hear what they're saying either to themselves or to people up front trying to buy ticket transfers. This morning as we pulled into the Embarcadero station downtown, our conductor was talking out of the window to one of her co-workers standing on the platform. Somehow the microphone caught some pieces of the conversation and then we hear her laugh. I only saw one person smiling after hearing that on the train, besides myself. Either it was too early in the morning for riders to register what they were hearing, or they just don't respond to other people's laughter.So I just thought that people need to lighten up or they must not look forward to going to work. And then I thought, wouldn't that be great to have a job where I can laugh like that too? Maybe it was her personality, maybe her coworker said something hilarious. Maybe I'm not as a depressing person as I think I am, though I do have those moments. But all I'm hearing right now is this laugh, and it should make my day go by more productively - if anything.

I'm hoping all goes well with my plan to talk with my Prof. and then it's on home to do massive amounts of work. But Friday after work (if they haven't decided to fire me yet) is dinner with Jenn. I think it'll be warm enough so it's a nice chance to eat outside - it's so gorgeous here. Kind of makes me wish I didn't have to be inside.