Pumpkin Pumpkin Pumpkin! Did I Mention Pumpkin?

As September is coming to an end we head into the month of spooky, pink, and pumpkin. When I walked in and ordered the stereotypical pumpkin spice latte and sat down, one thing caught my eye. Although it was 70+ degrees (I was clad in shorts and a tee shirt) I notice girls wearing scarfs and boots. What?!? These girls were in a fall-themed trance and they were going to look like they are in fall at Cape Cod despite the temperature in the desert. After my initial heat shock a resume my overview of the situation. Today was a lot more relaxed; students were chit-chatting not cramming for class. Of course you had the study groups and homework doers still, but they weren't so stressed about the work. One group of guys were talking about the "rager" they went to the night before. They went into vivid detail that should not have been said in public. I am scarred for life. I saw one adorable couple who were on what seemed like a first date. It is funny to see the difference of guys and girls when they are trying to attract the opposite sex. The girl was leaned forward on the table, eyes bright and bosom out, playing with her hair and laughing obnoxiously. The guy on the other hand was leaned back doing the "cool guy" act, every so often breaking character and quickly going back into his pose. I don't understand why humans put on acts, afraid that the other won't like them but would you want somebody who doesn't like your odd points? I think the date went well though as they walked out hand-to-hand. There is one guy I have seen almost every visit. He sits in the corner typing at his laptop wearing a beanie and flannel, a typical hipster, we will call him George. But George was in his usual seat drinking a cup of joe. There was a group of sorority girls extremely excited about homecoming. I always thought that homecoming ended in high school but I guess things of that sort never end for greeks. There was this one old man who just sat by himself drinking black coffee. I felt bad for him and really wanted to sit with him but he seemed content reading the paper. After my hour I was sick of the pumpkin spice aroma. This may be the longest 3 months of my life. I'm waiting for the gingerbread latte.