Home, is, interesting. We have so much stuff that now it doesn’t fit in our new, smaller, house. My ‘room’ is piled with boxes much like all the other rooms of the house. There are bookshelves everywhere you look (including staircases). My room is larger than my old one which a kind of plus. But the house it self just is different. I feel like I’m in a hotel or a very good friend’s house. Oh well, that’s life.
Last night was tasty. I feel like I haven’t been to this town in ages, Ice cream is good (and so cheap too). It felt like it was the first time going out, which is far from true now. Can’t wait for next time in 6 weeks. Than I went out to Princeton (late 9ish) to walk around and drink a cup of tea. I love the city much like some love their house (Princeton is my house).
One year ago on this day, a funny little person named Raechel approached me as I walked to English class (from Music Theory) asking if I could roller skate. I completely ignored her for the entire week that she kept asking me about it, until one year ago on this day Jon explained to me what was ‘going down’. That was fun for while it lasted, and specially fun for what followed. I just thought I would put this out there, no real meaning, just a little fact. It seems like ages ago honestly.
Nothing too interesting has happened, except my loss of focus to due to someone. At first it didn’t bother me, I actually didn’t even stop to think, but as I started missing things I started to notice how interesting life got (not talking about academic life). So for most of this week I was completely useless, all I could think was nothing, my brain was overtaken by my unconscious, needless to say I did some very embarrassing things this week. What sucks is that I managed to get piled with work, this weekend I have 3 tests to study for and 3 really hard assignments.
Not to mention that I need to start working on both my projects, people will start asking to see my progress so I should get on that.