Heya March.

Obsession of the day/last two days: The Big Bang Theory. The show that is--not the actual theory.

Campus is mental tonight. I don't know if it's because today was the first legitimately sunny day of the year, but it's dark now people. Not that they all have to have bed times. My window is still open and right now I'm smelling some skunk and there are girls screaming up and down the stairwell. It's so annoying. It was really beautiful outside though. I wasn't completely attached to my ipod cause the birds were a better soundtrack.

Of all the things in the "Ancient world," I wish the Library at Alexandria were still around. That would have been awesome. I'd still like to go to Alexandria someday. There's a bucket list sort of thing.

I'm not reading Dickens. I read the first page of The Pickwick Papers like a month ago and couldn't take it, so it Hemingway time instead. His short stories are something else. I don't normally use that phrase because I don't think it says much. It's like saying something is "interesting." But I'm lacking a sufficient adjective right now. "Sad" isn't quite right and "real" is too Romantic and "good" is just dumb. Anyway, now I'm on to James Frey's newest. Probably dumb to bring a big heavy book back with me, but it was the one on my bookshelf calling to me.

Oh my God. Everything is mental. I don't know what the deal is, but there are again half a million people in our apartment. None of them that I know. I don't think all of them even know each other. I'm sure they're drunk though. At least some of the guys are. The trolley is popular again though. Someone upstairs set off the fire alarm. If anyone comes into my room it's going to get ugly.