In Brief
The weekend, as with all weekends in college, began on Thursday. My art class went to a gallery opening in the south end, which is an amazingly cute, very Boston-feeling part of town. The opening was classy. There was champagne, leather jackets, and a lot of pretentiously artsy conversation. Afterwords, we went for Vietnamese in China Town and then home to Tufts. Friday was a blur of naps and parties, culminating in an attempt to be asleep by midnight so I could get up for the fencing tournament on Saturday at 5 am, an hour I don't want to know exists, much less be up to see. Anyway, I saw the sun rise on Saturday, fenced all day, watched the sun set, waited around for other people to fence, and got back to Tufts around 10:30, too late to see the step show or The Decemberists. As for the tournament, I did all right. I finished 30th out of 65 ot 70, so I'm happy. After getting back, I was up until about 4:30 hanging out in a friend's dorm. Met some interesting people, tried some interesting stuff. It was good. I spent all of today working, and will probably be up late writing a paper.
All in all, my days have gotten very predictable. I wake up, am tired, am busy, procrastinate, do work, hang out, and then sleep. The details aren't really important.
Thank God for my friends.
All in all, my days have gotten very predictable. I wake up, am tired, am busy, procrastinate, do work, hang out, and then sleep. The details aren't really important.
Thank God for my friends.