Shall we run toward the Light?

Shall we run toward the Light?

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Quite a bit happened today.

0) [stuff that happened before going to bed]
The party hosted by the Harvard College Dems wasn't that great; was too full and after I saw the room and the line outside the room, decided against going in. Instead, just walked with friends around the Square. Lost track of two of them after a while and then had my hands busy keeping one of the drunken boys from getting run over. Took a long walk with him in the cold, talking about Harry Potter, classes, and a mutual friend/enemy. :P Then I guided him back toward his dorm.
Once I got back, Jon texts me and asks to hang out, and I oblige. The two of us plus my suitemate Ding decide to watch a movie that Ding chooses, but Ding falls asleep after 1/3 of it, so Jon and I struggle through another 1/3 before calling it quits [it was a difficult-to-grasp and slightly angsty French film]. I decided to keep Ding in my bed and attempt to sleep outside in the common room. Within 3 hours, I probably get like 1 hour of sleep. Thankfully, Ding wakes up to his alarm at 6 and crawls back into his room, telling me to get the hell back into my bed. :P Sleep until 10.

1) Post-breakfast/lunch, in the middle of making Chinese flash cards, Dylan Lusi calls me. I was planning to call him after making flash cards, but this was a welcome turn of events. So we talk, and I walk outside into the Yard since it's nice and sunny, with a light breeze. We talk for about 20 minutes and things are fine [not too many awkward pauses; I'm good at breaking silence, at least on the phone.] Then I bring my arm down to my side and feel this sharp pain in my arm, and voila a bee is hanging by its stinger on my arm. I'm panicked, because it's my first bee sting and because I can't tell if it's a bee or a wasp, and many expletives later, I find my way to the Urgent Care for some advice. Fast forward one hour, I have a cold pack on my arm and a sheepish expression on my face, and a slight throbbing in the general direction of the sting [the bee fell off before I reached the center; I don't think it's stinger stayed on me.] Oh well; at least I have more life experience.

2) Unsuccessful attempt to invite friends to watch a movie tonight. Begin to wonder if my new friends are actually friends. Frustrated. Take nap. Wake up at 6. Decide to take a walk after dinner. Go to dinner, walking with suitemate. See girls from across the hall worried about said suitemate because he had not eaten when they had gone to dinner together at 5pm; they brought him a toasted bagel, lots of crackers, and a sandwich; wonder if my new friends would ever do the same for me; doubt it; miss my friends from home. Go eat dinner alone.

3) Take a long walk. Decide to walk along the Charles River because I have yet to do so. Listen to Fleet Foxes 'Hopeless Blues' album. Plan to turn back when I finish the album; cross bridge and find myself in Boston, and that I'm quite a ways from the riverside. Find my way on a map and orient myself. Start listening to Ra Ra Riot's 'Orchard' album; finish that and listen to their 'Rhumb Line' album. Start to worry that I'm lost, and call Curtis, my fellow Arizonian friend [who I'm feeling pretty okay with again after having walked for 2 hours]. Get myself oriented, then lost, then oriented again. Find my way to familiar surroundings, but first, I find out where the Harvard Stadium is. Take a detour into JFK Memorial Park [by now I know where I am] and start listening to Death Cab's 'Codes and Keys' album. Get back to my dorm ["I'm home," I think] and finish the album, singing along to the last few songs.

Here's a picture of my route:


Now it's 10:30. I should probably do more Chinese flashcards and start practicing them, or start studying for the (optional/extra credit) Econ Unit Test that's tomorrow. Then there's the literary analysis essay I ought to start brainstorming for, and perhaps there are some articles I have to read for Linguistics. Not to mention the NYT and Brookings and Economist articles I want to cut for the Extemp team. But I'm probably going to just laze around my room for another while, and then maybe go to sleep. We'll see. :)

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