I played Basketball today, kind of. I didn't make any baskets or really contribute to the 5-5 game in any constructive way, but nevertheless, I played basketball. I have blisters to prove it too, or in any case I soon will.

Yesterday. All my troubles, namely my two essays due Friday, seemed so far away. I plan to write quality essays this time, instead of the crap I usually churn out the night before, but procrastination will probably decide otherwise.

Chronologically, I guess. There's no importance to sort them by, in any case.

I was late for math again, because our room contains a bizarre time-devouring worm of some variety, and my first two classes were routine. Calc is getting progressively more understandable, and Qur'an class was remarkably silent with The Gnostic Redeemer inexplicably gone. Hurrah for adverbs.

Freshman Studies was as amusing as usual. Despite my complaints about Prof Alger, our mutual dislike for his teaching style really brings the class together.

At dinner, we had an oddly mismatched lunch table -Greg, Nick-From-Next-Door, The Mustacheless Man, and an Iranian percussionist. The conversation was as random as you would expect with such an odd group.

Then there was boredom. I read, and played computer games, then played some more computer games, until, finally fed up with the current setting/lack-of-fresh-air, I tromped over to coffeehouse for some delicious "green tea chai", planning to write and read a bit.

There was a group there with this girl (a Simpsons and Weezer fan) I knew from my German class, so I sat with them for a bit until we all went our seperate ways.

The highlight would have to be making the acquaintance of Roy The Effeminate Heterosexual, self-proclaimed intellectual, flirt, and nudist, and self-evident writer of Bad Teenage Poetry. Oh, and he makes a really weird reading on my usually reliable Gaydar (as endorsed and described by John McCain). I really can't explain it; he's an enigma, I guess.

After a little chat I went upstairs and ran into three girls I hung out with a few times in the first few weeks ("don't worry, we were all new students," observed one "it was o.k to be lame.") One of them is droll -in fact, she's the only droll person I've ever met.

The conversation was pretty good, well worth leaving my computer games for in any case. We talked about old music, classic movies, and how The Young Lovers make everyone so happy for some reason. Most of the conversation was, admittedly, out of my depth.

Does every college student except me spend their spare time watching obscure films?

Nick-From-Next-Door, his friend, and Greg all stopped by, and the social remora that I am, I latched on to that group and followed them back to the room, where at Greg's behest we watched The Cable Guy. Ben Stiller is the best director ever!

No, wait, he sucks quite royally. As does The Cable Guy, excepting some bright spots (thank you, Jack Black).

Later. More on today later today.