in the coffee shop

That is the state of being I have reached on this evening following a lovely November Saturday afternoon.  I have my messenger bag dotted with pins next to me, an empty frappe cup and chocolate crumb covered plate on the table in front of me, Death Cab for Cutie is playing through my leopard print headphones, and my hair is a big bed-head mess.  I have been home-working all day, and so I have set aside for the moment my lit class Conjure Stories project to write a long over-due blog post.

I'm not going to even try covering all the blog-worthy occurences during my absence.  I will say though, that life at this college has been pretty much just right for me.  I have found lots of fellow Lord of the Rings nerds, but not many, if any, Narniacs.  I still think about my DBFs quite a lot, and if you guys could be here with me I think I should explode from so much awesome around me in one place.

Last night my friend Bethany and I went to a contra dance together.  I played with the band, danced a few dances, and ate food.  It was a beautiful thing, the sort of thing Friday nights are made for.

I know the new year is still a while away, but I can't help but reflect on this year now that it's getting late.  2012: Caroline's year of firsts.  First official job.  First year of college.  First dance.  First cell phone.  First kiss.  First time voting.  First driver's liscense.  And I feel fine.  Still doing the things I love, and learning more about them.  Still very much crazy clueless me.

Here is a little snippet of a song that came to me in the shower last night at 1:30 a.m.  Rhythm and melody are still ambiguous, but I really want to go somewhere with "For the Time Being":

What kills the most,

And what haunts like a ghost

Is that it was not supposed

To feel this way.

Took the shortcut out.

Turned out to be the long road home.

And if home is where the heart is,

Well it’s lost.

But as the doors swing open and shut,

A clever thought begins to think.

Think at last the dusky past

Should lay to sleep.

On va voir (we'll see).  French 101 has been my best class this semester; j'aime parler francais.  Anyway, we'll see what this song turns in to.  Perhaps it will be worth recording and posting at some point.  Heck, maybe even a music video.  That would be fun.  I need to do that sometime...

But for now, I leave you with all this posted life stuff to dwell on until I write again (because all of said "posted life stuff" is so very important in the vast scheme of things *sarcasm*).  Au revoir!

DBF Out!