At Panera

I'm at Panera right now, in Maplewood. A friend of mine works here, so I came to visit and get a bite to eat. I do enjoy this restaurant, I'm not going to lie. It's sort of Euro-chic. It's become quite warm out. Well, around 42 degrees, but that's warm for this time of year. I hope it gets colder soon, I don't want the snow to melt. I went hunting for swing shoes today, and actually found a pair. A pair that I really liked. They're black and white Aris Allen wingtips. I tried them on, and they're pretty comfortable. Dance shoes have a very different feel to them, they're quite snug. I can see how that helps though. I didn't actually purchase the shoes, as I'm trying to be a little more responsible with money, and they are $70. Hopefully I'll get some more money over Christmas that will help in the purchase of them. My Star Wars marathon is in less than a week at church. It sounds as though there will be a lot of people showing up, which will be cool. But then again, I sort of wish it wasn't popular. I wish it was like the Lord of the Rings a thon last year, where just the diehards showed up. I don't know, it will definitely be interesting. 17 hours. Man, it will be intense, if nothing else. I took my Silversonic in to get the slide tuned up the other day, so it should be done next week. I haven't seen my friend Scott lately, and that is disappointing. I'm disappointed in myself. He had thumb surgery on Monday, and I haven't even gone to visit him or anything. I never brought him a "Get Well Soon" balloon or anything. And I should have. It's nice to be on break. It's nice to see old friends. Speaking of old friends, I'm taking a girl swing dancing tonight, a girl from my high school. And I don't know, I have certain feelings for her, but I can't exactly articulate them. I have sort of befriended their family (minus the mom) throughout the years, and I'm pretty certain her dad like, wants his daughter to marry me. It's just sort of strange. Well, it's time to go try and find a barber. That's right, I want to go to a barber for my next haircut. An episode of "Seinfeld" inspired me. Hope everyone is doing well. Oh yeah, and here's an image of the beard experiment.