Beating (or Dodging) Expectations

Though a Part I generally implies the existence, or at the very least the imminent existence, of what is usually known as "Part II," I've decided to buck the system. To you, the disappointed reader, I say, "Nuts."

For the sake of completeness, here's a summary of what happened after that last post... got to Chinatown, walked 5 blocks in a random direction, found out from an irritated traffic cop that my random direction happened to be the right direction, bought a ticket using Chinese with the ticket lady, shivered for 30 minutes waiting on the sidewalk and eating my $0.92 hot dog which for all I know may have been more literal than usual, got a front seat on the same sort of bus we used for Mu Alpha Theta competitions, dozed off (and on), listened to my iPod, stopped at a gas station in CT and bought dear Dinah an "I <3 NY" piggy bank, got to Boston, and navigated by way through the mass transit system known as the "T" with some navigational assistance, and found myself waiting outside a Bed, Bath, and Beyond to see one of just a handful of familiar faces here in the North (the capital "North," i.e. the Union in the Civil War). Spending a day at an all girls school was less awkard than I imagined (except for the part where I went to the bathroom, by myself; I'd never been in a girl's bathroom before, and it was strannnnnge). We (Dinah, myself, and her roommate Emily) had a lovely time freezing our butts off walking to the U.S.S. Constitution, but the ship did not disappoint (Dinah I think, was the most satisfied). We also hit up the MFA (Museum of Fine Arts, dummy), which was phenomenal. To cut things short, after a delicious dinner at Brown Sugar Cafe (my favorite Thai place in the world), the return journey was much the same, except I found myself waiting at the Grand St. subway station for 45 MINUTES for a train, and yes... it was colder than the proverbial witch's teat.

Anyways, I just came home from my Wednesday night precept for POL 240: International Relations, and the stimulating discussion has left my brain buzzing and in the mood to write a long, sexy essay... sadly, I don't need to write an essay for Politics. I have a 5-7 page essay due for my Writing Seminar, but as you can plainly tell I'm writing here instead, and it does not seem very likely that this blog post will somehow mutate into that essay, especially given the severity of the run-on-ness of this sentence.

Besides, I see it as an incredible compliment to myself that I feel like I can write this essay in less than 11 hours (yes, that makes sleep optional), when other kids might use a month, a week, or 12 hours. Oh yeah, I'm just that good.

Life's a busy blast. I barely have any time to pee.

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In other news tonight, a Princeton student was found dead in his dorm room yesterday. The cause of death was unknown, though roommates say pride was probably what caused his fatal fall from the top bunk bed.