Today, I was sitting on a bench in front of Dwinelle as is my custom when I have some free time.

I don't know about you, but one thing that I truly enjoy about Berkeley are those days (like today) when the sky is perfectly blue. When I say "perfectly blue," I mean sky blue in its purest form without a single blemish. Sure, I appreciate the clouds when they do funny things up there, but the flawless consistency of blue in the canvas of the sky, simple as it is, just mesmerizes me. And as the wind blew with it's unconstrained briskness, I felt a relaxation I haven't experienced in a while. (Maybe I am lonely... Hahaha!)

Sitting there, enjoying this moment, I began to do some heavy thinking. Hahaha. The subject of my reflections? Overalls.

Although I like it when girls wear overalls, I realized that one of the most disturbing things to me is when guys wear them. I remember in elementary school, in 5th or 6th grade, some of the guys (one being Dennis Park) would wear these things. I wanted to beat them (him) up. Even today, I just can't understand why a guy would want to wear one of those things. But girls in overalls...that's really nice...