Happy. Why?

Hi everyone.
I'm sitting in a Panera drinking decaf coffee and staring out the window occasionally. I'm writing a paper for my Persuasion Theory class about logo and advertisement analysis. My feet are propped up on the chair across from me and I'm listening to Lana Del Rey's "Radio" on repeat. (Sooo gooood!) I used the excuse of the paper to go dig through Barnes and Noble's magazine racks and I now have several ranty feminist magazines waiting for me in my backpack: sheer joy! So if I get angry randomly about social constructs [more than I usually do] anytime soon..that's why.
There is next to me, if I'm not mistaken, a wedding lighting consultant meeting with an Indian couple about their wedding. I didn't even know that lighting was something you had to worry about when you got married. They talked for over an hour very heatedly while looking at pictures of elaborate weddings on the consultant's website.
Various couples, study partners, old couples of mostly Asian backgrounds mill around all around me. I can hear a Haitian couple arguing in Kreyol behind me...little do they know that I can understand most of what they're saying. Teehee.
This is what heaven must be like: coffee, diversity and chocolate croissants, with a quiet little cafe table for me to read feministy things.
Oh wait, not heaven anymore, just saw someone with a sock bun. Ignore everything I just said.
On a more dramatic note, I wrote a really heavy essay yesterday about technology and social media, and now I'm a bit convicted to not create Facebook and Twitter content until Thanksgiving break, which means statuses and tweets I guess. Even in the past what, 12 hours? It has changed the way I interact with the world around me. I feel a little more isolated but a lot less lemmingy and quippy. Since I'm writing so many essays, I might write another one about my experience when it's over.
Gotta go, color theory is calling.