starbucks sunday: remember the time luke wilson made me cry?
this is me, enjoying starbucks sunday at barnes & noble, while studying for the GRE updating my blog. thank you, mr. barista man, for spelling my name wrong. one would think 'lauren' is one of the most common of names for a girl, but with my track record (which includes being called 'juan' while ordering takeout over the phone), i have learned that this is most certainly not the case.
this is me, showing off my new book, which was purchased only moments before this photo was taken. i am also sipping on my tall iced nonfat caramel macchiato. this also happens to be a photograph of me being a huge dork in public, and not really caring about it (even though there are people on literally every side of me studying. or taking pictures of themselves. who can really say?).
this is me, laughing because i'm taking photo booth pictures of myself in barnes & noble. i'm also laughing at myself for crying when luke wilson wouldn't take a picture with me when i spotted him in a bar this weekend.
nope, i'm not kidding. oh, how i wish i were.
at least it wasn't owen.