What's see let's new?

I'm at Mandala. Leslie was here earlier, it was nice. We talked about stuff, and whatever or something. Tea just high stepped. She is wearing vegan shoes: denim or fabric something uppers, woven lowers, cute. She has a navy skirt with some sort of non-ethnic traditional based design on it. A little new orleans, a little greek, a little polynesian, a touch of new wave france. Her hair is partially obscured by a teal/purple sort of fro cap thing. She has a black shirt on. She is rolling silverware, and I just told her that I'm liveblogging about her rolling silverware, but I think she didn't take me seriously. Hana is too hilarious. "Blog blog blog" she says. She finished rolling silverware. Tea dances a little. "I just want to dance" she says to no one. She isn't kidding. She moves with the rhythm of something else, like if a young tree (sapling) could uproot and sway and jive as it wished. Or maybe it's more like an animal, like a young lion, or an unusually graceful giraffe, though she isn't long or tall. Just like a well placed and rhythmic animal or plant. Hana has disappeared. She reappears. She peaks at my screen, and skips away when I say that I'm writing about her. I wonder if she is aware now that everything she does entires a collective consciousness. It already did, I think, but now it's physical. This time, it's personal. They rolled the silverware with rhythm as well. Maybe that's what it is. Beat and tempo. The speed or lack thereof. The spaces in between must be important in places such as this that strive to be something in the midst of something that they aren't. Scottsdale loves the surface.

It always looks darker from inside of here when I look out. That's too obvious. They whisper now, when they did not before. Tea is overly expressive, but it's good. She isn't afraid to stretch when she needs to either. Hana (by the way, this is actually spelled hannah, but hana is more fun/appropriate in this case) is good at her job, and likes what she does, but I think there is more. I think she is unsatisfied, but afraid of being so. I'm not sure in what way she is dissatisfied, but I think it is a general malcontentedness that does NOT come through at all. OR maybe she really is this balanced and happy. I don't think so, but I may just be wrong. She is the type of girl that if she were to fancy me, it would reflect positively on me. I wish she did, in fact. Although, that may be true of either of them. They are both resume boosters, but not in the cold way. They are Harvard or Yale maybe? No. Peace Corps. Universally loved, I would think, and to have been a part of it makes you better. That must be who they are. I think. I hope. I'm pretty sure though.

I think that they are the types that I just assume are constantly hounded by guys. I mean, they aren't traditional, nor are they traditionally Scottsdale, but that's why they are good. They are beautiful, and interesting, and the guys who come here must fall in love with frequency. Maybe I'm wrong. I kind of want to ask, but that sounds like a come-on. I'll find out someday. Tea just made an intense face, because she knows what I'm doing. Cute. Hana carries plates with food but she is also on her cell phone. Her neck is bendy. It sort of bugs me how that partition is missing a piece, but it also makes a lot of sense, and I appreciate its character. I just wonder how that even happened.

So I'm also fairly certain that the way that I read people instantly IS accurate, despite recent waverings in my confidence. I was right about a girl's guy, and I was right about granola (I did not write about this yet). I hate that people consider me arrogant when I tell them about this. I AM BETTER at this than other people, even though everyone thinks that they can do what I do. I DO THINK better than most people that I meet. I comprehend differently. I almost never take something in the way that my company does.

So apparently Tea rides. She actually knows things. We just talked about fixies and wheels and she actually dropped some brands that are known only by those who know. A trillion cool points.

I've decided that I hate liveblogging. This is done.