My boxing day included feeling Les Mis feels leftover from yesterday and adding on to my Les Mis feels by listening to the soundtrack. I think this is at the same level with my Sherlock feels at the end of series 2.
Also, since Noah is visiting family around here for a week, we ended up hanging out in Starbucks for exactly 5 hours and 40 minutes because we legitimately had nothing better to do (Fun fact I found out today: apparently, where I get invited to parties to be damage control, Noah gets invited to parties because of his lingering reputation of being able to make a bong out of anything.) Maegan came in for a shift and introduced me to her coworkers to prove that she has friends. I was then accused of being a 'friend prostitute.' However, I was in Starbucks so long that I think I reached almost friend status with the baristas, as one of them said bye to me as he left. Maegan gave me a free iced tea with one and a half times the usual amount of syrup and wouldn't let me complain because it was free, despite that I was drinking liquid diabetes. Eventually Noah and I left because we felt that were loitering to a ridiculous extent.
Now I'm listening to classical records because those are the only records in my dad's collection that aren't cringe worthy artists from the 80's and 90's. Damn straight I set up a record player in my room. I'm just adding to the elements of me that will someday add up to me becoming a super eccentric individual.
I don't know what to do with all this time. I think it's time to break out the ukulele and/or guitar.
Hearts,
-J-
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