yesterday was looking like a pretty abysmal day for a while. i went to my early morning calculus discussion, then came back to my room and attempted to work. it didn’t work out too well (no pun intended). my roommate was still sleeping when i got back, which of course was kind of depressing. my calc ta is chinese, so every time he talks about the range of the function, he says “lange”. i have fun making fun of people and freaking people out. it got better when evelyn called, and then i went for a late, lonely lunch and alex called just as i was about to devour a slice of pecan pie to cheer myself up. so alex cheered me up, and i devoured the pie anyway. then i had a rather encouraging conversation with one of my suitemates, which revealed that maybe i’m not the only person with horribly out-of-fashion views on several things. i went back to trying to work, and managed to get my printer working. i then continued dragging myself through the prewriting exercise that i had to do before writing my essay when evelyn’s dad (professor here) called and asked if i wanted to get coffee. anything to escape this exercise for writing-140, i thought. so i went and got coffee and we got into a good, intellectual argument which gave me the topic for my essay, at last. i ended up writing an essay on “the crippling conflict between science and religion.” if you guys are interested, comment me a note and i’ll post the full text on here.

on another note, maybe you’ve noticed that i changed the name of this blog. there’s an explanation of the peculiar monikers that my blog has borne over the years. the chronicles of genevan suburbia was by far the longest, and now that genevan suburbia is something in my past (though still, oddly, my hometown whenever anyone asks), i’m trying to chronicle the present. my roommate asked me to explain the wacky cutout letters on my wall, so i showed her demetri martin’s “jokes with guitar” on youtube and realized how much i miss robin. robin withdrawal is looking at the physics formulae on my wall and remembering all the jokes we made, and how lost we got. alex withdrawal, on the other hand, is looking at a calculus book and missing “good morning calc class!” every monday morning. i don’t really want to do my practice problems. i don’t really want to go to my discussion section tomorrow morning. i didn’t fully realize how beautiful my friends are until i stopped seeing them every day.

going back to yesterday, i got cheered up after my conversation with nick, not only because it gave me an essay topic, but because i had my first guitar class afterwards. it’s such a fun class. we started off playing iron & wine’s cover of “such great heights”. it’s great. i went outside to practice today because i didn’t want anyone to hear me. so i hid out in some shade on the lawn, drowned out by the noise of the traffic. angelino traffic.

i guess, i’m slowly growing happier to be here.