(Note: For a while, I kept a sort-of diary on my computer. Until this evening, it was lost. But now it’s found. As for this entry, I don’t remember who Matt is, and Jenn and I drank, if I recall correctly, a bottle of whiskey, which we then smashed on the floor. This might have been the night that I photographed her using my bed as a trampoline. Or not.)
Woke up a bit late today. Maybe early, actually - around 11:30 is when I got out of bed. I just wouldn’t say “late” because that’s when I’ve been getting up more and more. Yeah, it’s a bit ridiculous getting up that late, but I don’t have any classes until past noon and my body’s adjusted to the more-civilized hour quite well.
As always, I stopped at the Hop for a bite to eat. There’s never anything new there to eat. It’s always the same old shit - tired wraps, greasy pizza, sometimes pretzels. I was hoping they’d at least have a good soup today - no dice. I had thought about stopping by Rosey’s cafe to get one of their (her?) Longwind sandwiches - olives, tomato, and mozarella on panini. Quite tasty in fact, even if a bit pricey ($5.50). I only had four in cash with me though; no panini today.
I somehow convinced myself not to go to the Aztec class today. It’s two hours long and I wasn’t feeling well. Maybe I was actually feeling not-too-bad, but I wouldn’t be feeling well after two hours of Aztecs. So I skipped it: c’est ca.
Instead, I went over to Rauner to take a look at the course catalog from 1950 for an article I was supposed to have written. Pretty interesting how much has changed here over fifty years. The 1950 curriculum was a solid one, its manliness belying the school’s then-enrollment. English, sociology, botany, zoology, graphics and engineering, maybe some naval sciences - all stuff that would build some stern character. Much-needed character. Today we’ve got women’s this and perspectives on that; this pluralism just isn’t helping.
Then to Collis, for a bite to eat, then to the office to finish editing Chris’s review of the new Crapanzano book, by way of my place of course to pick up some cigarettes. Smoked a few, took a few calls, actually managed to get the thing done by four in time to meet with Prewitt at Thayer engineering.
Spent about an hour with her and bankshot, maybe a bit less. Got a few articles and discussed our upcoming paper. I’ll be writing on social networks, graphing them, and the like. Twenty pages should be no problem. Adam, well, I’m not sure what he’ll be doing. He’s not even enrolled in the course yet. I’m sure he’ll figure it out. No, I’m not sure. Something will get figured out though, even if it is done for him.
Next stop was Food Court with Adam, where we met up with Jenn Feltner, by chance. I’m always running into her there; I think we may be on similarly-skewed schedules. I had an enchilada - a mistake as always. Adam left, Jenn and I talked for a bit. She’ll be coming over in an hour and a half, at midnight, to watch “Summer of Sam,” which Matt rented and left in our apartment. We’ll probably get real drunk - I don’t doubt it.
Worked on econ 26 for a bit, then econometrics, for about 10 minutes. That class will be the death of me, or at least an F or something like that. Too many qualifiers, I think. Then spoke with Michelle for a bit. She returned the call that I had made on Sunday. We discussed Hemingway’s newest, James, that sort of thing. She has a boyfriend now, how odd. I wonder what he looks like and what type he is. What type? Nerdy, athletic, smart, stupid, confident? I really can’t figure it out. Michelle is disarmingly intelligent in a way that would put most men off. The ones who aren’t put off are destined to be torn down - ego is not allowed. I wish the poor sap the best of luck although I can’t imagine this will be any comfort. Michelle could only talk for about 20 minutes; she had to go run a film. The odd things people do for a bit of cash.
Things undone include finalizing a place to live in DC, which I actually just did via the telephone which is a relief, a great weight off my shoulders, my econometrics homework and paper (10-15 pages on god-knows-what-kind-of-statistical-drivel), a Review article on the downfall of Dartmouth as evidenced by Sheryl Crow’s Montgomery Fellowship, and probably a few more things that I’m forgetting. Let them all rot!
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