oh, for the cleverness of me

Apr 07, 2004 15:20

This campus is awesome today. It's sixtysomething degrees (after snow a few days ago), and everyone is out on the grass, sleeping and reading. There were people drumming in the ampitheater as I walked back to my dorm, and there are spring flowers everywhere. Daffodils and crocuses and other sorts of flowers that seem to be part of the definition of spring, and thus we never had them at home, properly, because we never properly had spring at home. The whole thing matches ridiculously with what I wanted at college. There are tour groups galore, it's that time again, and it's such a perfect day for them to be here. Walking around makes me want to go to school here, and then I realize that I do and I'm even happier than I was before, because not only does everything fit my expectations for a small east coast liberal art school, I'm going here, and I'm having drunken conversations about Proust on the weekends, and I know most people who walk by me well enough to smile at them.

I was lying on the grass after lunch and figured out something to say about Proust and Freud. I think that it might be something pretty good, actually, and when I said it out loud it sounded like something I would say, "wow, that sounds really good" to, though I don't know if that just means I picked good words to say it in.

Laundry time. Then it's putz around the room time, and then it's time for practice, and I am so glad that I have enforced run around outside time because it's a beautiful day and I have an excuse to be having fun and not working.
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