01/17/2006: "Take me to that other place."

Current Sounds: People talking, backpacks.. library stuff.
Currently Feeling: Hungry. Must.. eat.. brains.

Well, I made it in one piece to the farflung campus that I had sworn I would never again return to. I'm not joking, either. I really did swear that I would never again attend a class at this campus. But it turns out that, like before, some highly unpredictable event brings me here. Both times have been related to some sort of asian study, too. Weird indeed.

I finished my book on the bus and don't really have anything else to read, which is why I'm here, writing things to be posted to an online journal. I do have video games, but I rather feel like reading right now. I guess I can go back to reviewing the kanji I seem to have forgotten over the break, but.. still. That's not fun.

When this semester comes to a close, I plan to reaffirm my promise that I will never again attend classes here, and I imagine that I shouldn't have to go back on that again (due to not taking classes at this school anymore). Some might find my feelings toward the campus as a whole a bit odd and/or unnatural. That's probably correct, too. But the thing is over an hour away, with 3 bus transfers, and--quite notably-- it has a statue of a horse that looks corpse-esque and like it's rising from hell. Tell me that this isn't mildly disconcerting, especially considering that I last took classes here on one of the slowest days of the week, when the entire campus was deserted. I'd say the biggest reason is the insane commute, but the other points don't help either.

I should go and actually figure out where my class is, maybe huddle up a corner, away from the cold, and eat a granola bar (the lunch of champions) and then prepare for class (about 20 minutes from now). Sit through, dance around, get assigned homework I can't do due to not actually owning my book yet, and then head home incredibly late. Fun, fun.

Hungry.. gah. I rather hope I don't wind up resorting to eating people on the way home. That's just tacky.

Off I go (into the wild blue yonder). I'll write.. sometime in the future (undoubtedly).


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