"We'll make love, and then laughter"

- Common.

Our Spring Fling was incredible. Common did this amazing freestyle which threw in tons of lines about specific places on Tufts, and his performance was so clean and smooth that it was just amazing. His final act was "The Light" (my favorite song of his) whose background the DJ then switched to the instrumental of "Flashing Lights." That was clever, and awesome.

But Dropkick stole the show.

Dropkick Murphys... wow, that shit was fun. Mosh pit, crowdsurfing (well, I didn't crowdsurf but the mosh pit was fun), I saw tons of people I haven't seen for awhile and we had a lot of fun, and I even saw Rich Granara. Kid's going to Dublin and China for the summer and the spring, which is pretty cool. He told me this funny story about someone we know, too... I'll tell you later. And

Marvelous. Dropkick can really perform, and their songs are absolutely perfect for jumping and jigging to.

And now a French paper. And then the finals. And then FREEDOM!

Finish him

Ugh, I hate math problem sets that just don't FINISH. It's the most frustrating thing ever.

This guy, right--- he's gained weight since college started. Either that or it just seemed more like it at night. He's a stunner during the day, rides heavy at night? Either way, I still want him. That guy's you, Greg.

Just kidding (about the want part, not the weight part-- greg, i'm going to send you a jane fonda tape and force you to watch it). The guy I'm actually referring to I saw tonight, and will probably be seeing when I go abroad. Sweet. Man... why did spring come so late? He might like me too, so I mean...

Hay fever hit me bad the past two days, and I'm hoping it's over now. Well, at least with the help of Claritin.

"My roommate speaks to me in platitudes from literary criticism!"

Residue

In less than twelve hours I have a test on complex variables, including concepts like "residue" and "poles." Sometimes I feel like this math course is just residue. Seriously

The time of maximum free time is coming close. Sooo close. As a result, of course, all of this time is wildly occupied by, pun warning, complex things. But the spring is peeking through.

Friday was a great day for DDR. Saturday I ran for 15 minutes about (my legs were too deadened from the day before) and then DDR again, haha. This guy just gave me a bunch of tokens after he saw me play; I guess he bought twenty dollars' worth and he wasn't gonna spend them all. Later that day I had an allergic reaction because of some dining hall worker's laziness (failure to put up a card showing the ingredients of the brown rice pilaf... with walnuts. who the fuck puts walnuts in rice?) and missed half of a good hip-hop dance show in a Benadryl-induced nap. I had just gotten my breathing back to a perfect level, too. Fuck. Argh.

I think I'm going to try to either run or play DDR every day of this week, though. It's about fucking time; I'm tired of being inactive. I guess I'm going to have to figure out a running route, or use the gym, which I've actually never done here. or anywhere. (end confession.) Scrape off the residue that ended up here when the work piled up onto me. Actually, it's still piling up. Boo.

The Day of Silence is tomorrow. Well, technically tomorrow I mean.

Wow, 102 seconds just passed without me realizing it too much. No good. I've got to get back into intellectual shape for this test tomorrow. And remember to try to get myself in better physical shape tomorrow too.

So many shapes we all have to contort ourselves to. Silently.

Whoa

When I was madly scribbling down notes for a 10+ page paper for Japanese lit, I wrote this:

· We think we have no choice because we're used to things ending up alright if we let other people choose

I was talking more specifically about choices for one's own future, but every choice you make is a choice for your own future.

Do you think it's right? I think it's pretty cool, anyway. I wrote it down back in December.

Sim simma... pass me the keys to my beamer

I'm scurrying along, for these last few weeks of precious sophomore year, as I head towards the finish line. Let me not be the hare relative to the tortoise. Let me be the hare relative to the starting line, at least! I've got to get going. I have an essay to write about why I want to go study abroad in Japan, and a mission to fax this and other important application documents out by tomorrow night, and then to mail the documents out because apparently it's not official enough if I fax the documents. Oh yeah, I guess it has to do with this signature business. Well, as my roommate would say in this situation, having finally understood it: "Good enough, I guess."

Yeah, I had a realization over spring break that I can go to Japan over the fall and not have to stay through January. If this were France, on the other hand, I would have to stay 'til maybe even the beginning of February. So I switched around my plans and decided to go Japan-Paris. I love telling people about all this when it isn't exactly set in stone. You can bank on Paris happening in the Spring (puisqu'it can't happen in the fall anymore because the deadline is well past) but Japan is making me shiver in my boots a little, since the program I'm applying to is rolling admission and they say they start getting a gajillion applications around this time. So eek! And other things.

I really want to talk about my sex life (e.g. speculate about it) but I don't think that'll go down very well, so I'ma ditch that topic. Next. Actually, I'll just say that I'm excited about it, if you want to further inquire (unlikely).

I took out like 10 CDs from the music library, which are all old-school rap with the exception of one CD. Daler Mendhi. I tried to listen to it but that wasn't so successful with my roommate here so, well, maybe some other time. Unfortunately, no Tunak Tunak Tun. How can you be a greatest hits CD and not have Tunak Tunak Tun?

Apart from the Japanese study abroad forms, I'm supposed to be reading French poems and preparing for an oral presentation. Actually, I probably have to do that by tonight. Boo. So it goes

Also, math. math math math blah blah blah

Apart from that, Tufts is wonderful as usual, with the exception of staying in this room and hearing the word "lawl" every fucking time my roommate opens his mouth. I'm now on an "embargo" as far as replies go. O, grab me.

Who is this guy posting?

Hey,

I just got my (not mine, but another) computer back from HP after roughly 2.5 months! I had a 2 year warranty on my old one so when my fan broke, I sent it in for repair. I finally complained at a sufficiently aggravating level during the last week of February at the delays involved in the repair. I was told 7-10 more business days ~5 times. So they sent me a new computer! Which brings me to restoring my data from a backup hard disk and seeing the link to this blog in my favorites! Here I am now!

How's things going guys? I haven't talked / seen you since winter break. Is anyone staying at college this summer (Ashish)? I'll be back in Danvers sometime in May, unfortunately.

New news (redundant?) for me:

• This semester's been pretty good. Classes are interesting, meaning, I actually go to them. Got drunk and misbehaved a few times. You know the story.

• Started climbing regularly again. I now have a new climbing partner for topropping again (hope I don't become infatuated with her and fuck it up like last time).

• I'm pretty sure I'm graduating from BU in 2011 with a BA in Environmental Science and MA in Environmental Remote Sensing. This will lead me to a job to repay my debt, then off to get my masters hopefully by the time I'm 25! Then academia here I come! Who the hell ever thought I'd become (or want to become) a professor? Certainly not me. Staying in academia and tapping into the youthful "spirits" of my students will hopefully keep me young. Just kidding about sleeping with students... I'm more interested in the relative freedom of research I'd enjoy, especially in the summers. Furthermore, my favorite professors get paid to go to places like Hawaii, the White Mountains, Ecuador, etc. to do research. I don't want money anyways.
• What do you get when you substitute the OH group of molecule of Lysergic Acid with Dimethyl Amide? Something that I have 10 hits of in my freezer! Yes, that's right. I'm going to trip balls. I figure I'm just taking my fondness for sensory alteration to it's logical end. First I deprived myself of sleep to alter myself, then onto pot and shrooms, and I'll hit the end of the road with this fun new substance. I'll probably also try DMT and peyote, but those substances are next door neighbors to this new one.
• Got me an apartment with 3 other friends, including Mr. Matthew Lysiak, out in Alston (party!) for next year. This means I'll say farewell to Danvers hopefully for good. Yippie! One more summer.

Speaking of the summer, I'm almost not dreading it! At the very least, not as much as last year's. Perhaps it's due to my quasi friendships with people I work with. I at least know I'll be able to get some partying in. FSM let me not lose my job over that. Anyway, got my guitars, bike, climbing partner (hopefully), decent access to drugs, and even more hopefully, you friends from high school.

Expect another entry after I take some of my new substances! I think Matt is doing it with me too... unexpected, huh?

Chris