I was quite surprised to see hundreds of thousands of raindrops falling in front of the glass doors of the music building, and almost cursed my luck. But as I got to walk more and more, and thoroughly get the front of my pants and coat and bag soaked (along with my head and face), the feeling of it all was refreshing. Like a natural shower with the scent of rain. (I don't know how much more literal I can get.)
It's very pleasant and dreary outside.
People might mistake me for a gazelle as I leap puddles – that's fine with me.
I was trimming my beard and, on a whim, cut the entire thing off. But I don't know now if that was a good idea.
Time is slipping far too quickly. My neckline needs much trimming.
Four bloody noses in twelve hours; forty degrees fahrenheit; thousands of puddles; walking around campus in pajamas; good, crisp air; bedroom window opened a bit; no hangover.
I managed to not spend the $200 I allotted myself. But there are so many things to buy… Maybe I'll go ahead and bid on an Evangelion boxed DVD set.
Dinner wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was fun. The food was great, and I was notorious for being quiet, though it did help out when we played Mafia.
There are quite a few Bangladeshi students – twenty or so. We're no China or India or Korea but hey, we're around. And I saw the two guys who I thought were the only Bangladeshi students on campus, guys I've known for nearly eight years now yet rarely see or talk to.
This night is going to be long.
