Puzzling.

The man and I went to one of those big chain restaurants on Friday night.  We don't normally do that.  I figure not only can I make a better meal but I can make more of it for about a quarter of the price.  However, we hadn't been to a decent (?) restaurant in some time and figured we probably should.  This particular one makes this killer (killer) spicy sausage and potato soup and a really good salad.  They used to have these mean breadsticks but it seems hard-as-rocks breadsticks are now the rage.  Anyway, we're sitting there slurping back our soup (so, so, so good!), and a couple sits down at a table to the side of us.  She's carrying a novel; he is carrying a sudoku puzzle book.  They sit, glance at the menu, confer for a minute, and she turns to her book; he to his sudoku puzzle.

Seriously?

They go out for supper but can't possibly spend 40 minutes or so to talk while they break bread? What's the point. 

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There's one thing I'm really struggling with at school.  I'm having a hard time with the dress code.  If I dressed like the majority of students, I'd be up 5 minutes before the bus arrived, still in my pyjamas.  I'd have serious bed head, wearing sweats, and t-shirts, and those mind numbing, truly atrocious things on my feet called... uggs.  I know, right?  Terrible.  Where's their sense of pride?  How can they go all day in public looking like that??  I'm up at 5 every morning.  I shower.  Put make up on.  Put some thought into my wardrobe.  And I even put deodorant and perfume on.  I like to look nice.  There's no excuse for them to look the way they do. 

Kids these days.  I just don't understand them.

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