Post by seth phillip miller on Aug 8, 2013 0:16:10 GMT -5
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It was the perfect day. The clouds were overcast and hinting at a possible drizzle. Nothing made Seth Miller happier than a good rainy day. What better place was there to spend such a rainy day than at Starbucks? With his satchel over his right shoulder and his medium americano in his left hand, Seth took a seat at his favorite table. The long table was perhaps a bit large for just himself, but he never minded when others came along and joined him. Unfortunately today, Seth had no friends with him. He just planned on spending some time writing.
The school year was about to begin and Seth was indifferent. He had spent the summer at home and now that he had finished his freshman year, he felt that all the excitement was gone. He knew Chicago well enough now and knew what to expect from it. The city life wasn't all it was chopped up to be, especially when you were a poor college kid still living off of your rich parents. Seth is a doctor's son, so he was pretty fortunate in the money department. It showed as he pulled out his Macbook Pro and mindlessly checked his iPhone as he did so. Seth wasn't one to brag but sometimes people just assumed too much. Lucky for him, he fit in at Starbucks where young hip adults who were still living off of their parents flocked to.
Seth figured he would begin his morning at Starbucks by checking his email before he got the creative juices flowing. His notebook and pen were nestled away in his satchel, along with chocolate milk duds which he would no doubt be pulling out when the time was nigh. Seth let out a small sigh when he discovered he had no new email. Usually by now he figured he would have at least gotten a "welcoming new year" letter from the Darwin admissions office but not even that had arrived yet. It had been a long summer.
Seth began to robotically check all of his social media sites. Facebook, twitter, etc. At this point, it was just a habit. There was never really anything interesting and when he was in Chicago, he hardly cared what anyone back in Boise was doing with their lives. He mainly only used social media to keep in contact with his friends in Chicago; the ones who always seemed to be on their phones but never really answered their phones. That's the college life.
Another sigh left Seth's mouth as he closed his Macbook and sipped his americano. He wasn't feeling quite inspired yet, but he pulled out his notebook anyway. He opened it to the next blank page and looked down at it with his pen frozen in his hand, poised to begin writing. Nothing. Seth sometimes suffered from writer's block, but usually would bounce back quickly with a witty poem or short story. He wasn't worried. He would soon be decorating the lines of the page with colorful words in no time.
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