Headed out of home for no big reason in particular. The place was a mess: two unruly (one more unruly than another) teenagers romping around the house, one hijacking the piano with his somewhat-self-learned prowess that cannot comprehend the keyboard and taking down the whole house with the noise and the broken repertoires that are almost unbearable, to the extent that I would never listen to the certain classical music that it happens to be a victim of. There is more than one; I just do not know the name of the scores, or the mere mentioning of the names will keep me awake at night.
The coffeeshop in which I am in right now is not very much better, either. The raucous, poorly played scores on the piano is substituted with the soul music turned up a little too high. It is not necessarily a bad thing, mind you, but I was never a big fan of loud places. I came here to do… what, exactly? I dropped off something I have sold on eBay (you would not believe the things people would buy if you offered) and as I did not want to simply go back home and listen to the kids yelling and piano thumping, here I am, with a vague plan but not specific ones. Despite the music and lack of Internet, the place is actually quite bearable, with air conditioning set almost just right (the place is actually a little chilly, which I think is just enough to keep me from falling asleep) and power plug conveniently located near the free seat.
What did I come here to do? I roamed around the bookshelves after getting a cheap cup of iced coffee, the bitterness of too much beans in the filter basket dampened—in all too subtle a manner—by the half-and-half, which I am sure was more than how much I should have put and tastes like it has been out for one too many hours. Manga I have been waiting for is here, for a few months in fact; the HTML book I looked for last time is still missing in action; and the book Eat This, Not That! continues to tempt me with its unique mix of concise information and voice that refuses to keep me bored. Well, the layout and color pictures probably have something to do with it as well, but content is ultimately what matters, I think. Then I realized that I vowed earlier this month that I would not buy anything unnecessary until I got a job (never mind the iced coffee, I need the caffeine if I were to have a day remotely productive), and as for JavaScript and HTML, well, I remembered that the library, in in its infinite wisdom of being funded by my tuition and by the state government subsidies, I have access to the relatively good source for learning the computer codes for no cost. Well, it is probably not free; I have partially paid for it, is all.
But that does not answer the question; why am I here? I have no real intention to buy a book, but I have the 40% off coupons. I also have a couple of almost-filled Moleskine notebooks, some printouts for jobs, and binder from the old career service program I have taken a few months back. I also have a journal, probably to serve as a first draft material for this—but it has not been used like that. Perhaps, then, it would be good idea to ponder about the future while I do not have anything better to do. But then, I have to fill out an application for Delta (I appear to be on the short list for summer job, or… well, I can dream, right?) when I get home (remember, no Internet, and I need to do this online) and other jobs, I probably have little hope for.
It appears that I do not have much to do here. Perhaps I should just go home…?
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