I think I'm finally settling into this life. Yesterday, the bus driver didn't need to see my pass because she recognizes me now, which was convenient as I fumbled through my pockets in the entrance way after sprinting to barely make it on. It's funny how I study better on the metro than anywhere else. I just wish all the commuters weren't so gloomy. I think there's something about commuting that makes us less human.
This morning on the way to the farmer's market, I listened to my first Sublime of the summer and thought, "Ya know, loving is what I got." The Newport Hills produce stand is great. I think I'll work there next summer. How great would it be to be surrounded by fresh produce everyday? Sample dialogue between customer and worker:
Customer - "Hey Chuck, those pineapples any good?"
Employee (smiles devilishly) - "Oh you'll like 'em."
Customer nods thoughtfully then leaves the line to go get a pineapple.
Yeah, I think getting excited about produce is definitely something I should be paid to do.