young love

there is a large group of first years that sit underneath the window of my office all day. i walk past them on my way in to work, and they're still sitting around, talking shit and eating pies from the tent down the way when i leave to go home. they amuse me, in a nostalgic way of how much free time i seemed to have in those days, how much crap we could talk in a day, and then do it all over again the next, and simply how cool we thought we were. the older, more wizened and busy me gets pissed off on occasion; how can they simply do fuck nothing all day, and be noisy and lame right under my window where I'm working. but they're still fun. each day i walk past, there's a sweet little couple against them, so indie/ alternative (although dressed by truthworths) with their skinny jeans, stripey tops and little takis... and so in love, that this morning they were actually sitting on top of one another, as though they simply couldn't get close enough, with their heads together whispering about how to take over the world i suppose. either that or how 'rad' and 'awesome' the other was. what do you talk about back then; the ills of capitalism? how existential the world is? all those wonderful emotional things that the beginning year of varsity fills your head with. I'm barely older than them, and it seems (well almost was) just yesterday that i was in that position; never the sitting on boyfriends lap one, heh, but rather the greater first year lifestyle. and yet despite this almost regardless age gap, i feel totally removed from them, in a good sense, like I'm watching a social experiment, and am so goddamn glad I'm not forced to be a participant. its sweet really. then i run away and hide in my little hole in the wall.
like i said before, its strange being on campus again.
that and i walked all the way to get a student parking disk, only to realise that after 3 years of owning my car, i have absolutely no idea what my licence disk number is, and had to walk sheepishly all the way back to my office. so it'll have to to done again tomorrow, but this time, I'll write it down before hand. i think i was a genius in another life, and now I'm paying for being so smart previously.