The Stars

The stars were splendourfully out tonight. It has been so cold and cloudy recently that we have not gotten to see those little buggers. But they pulled through the hard times and peeked out at us tonight. I can't quite explain my fascination with all things twinkly. I believe that it is purely a personality quirk, but what if it isn't? What if it is some strange, non-hereditary disease that plagues 0.00005% of the population? What if I am about to die due to a strong case of sparklitis? This could be dire. I will break out in a sparkly rash which will result in star-shaped boils and eventually explosion. Sheesh, I hope it is just a personality quirk.

WARNING: Typically annoying college-student couple sighting! There's too-cool-for-school college student female with a short trench coat or some other such stylishly world-wise apparel, sporting a pair of slug-boots tan, slurping down a skinny fat half-caf grande latte machiatto frappaccino coco loco mocha in a decidedly brand-name paper cup with sleeve , and dejectedly dragging on a straggly cigarette. She wearily eyes her slouchy boyfriend who has straggly brown hair underneath some strange thimble hat with the colors of the Jamaican bobsled team. His canvas shoulder tote is thrown across one of his droopy shoulders, and there are some soy-products poking out of one of the pockets. His pants flare at the bottom, but unfortunately, they are not quite long enough to cover up his brightly-striped tennis shoe. Yep, he actually just bought--no, his parental credit card just bought-- brand new expensive, personally designed nikes from justdoit.com, and dangitall they are not quite world-weary enough yet. The girl walks like an ostrich, with her boot-laden legs leading the way alongside boyfriend, whose long stride is only hindered by his terrible posture.