I am the night

Good morning Baltimore!
I mean, it technically is morning, so that's okay, and correct. I guess I'm not really in Baltimore though. Maybe I'm there metaphorically. Do you think Baltimore could be a state of mind? I'm not really sure what goes down there, though. I know there's a sports team. They are Orioles. So perhaps my mind is taking wing and my heart is singing. How poetic! I really got it goin on.
La la. Music makes me happy. I downloaded an entire AC/DC album, and I'm very pleased with it. It's Back in Black; who wouldn't be pleased with it? But man, rock makes me feel like the value of the US debt! I want to go out and dance in the moonlight and offend every single passerby with my inelegant moves. I might get my scholarship revoked, and I might get booted back to California, and I might be taken to prison for the color of my hair, but in the end, I will have expressed my soul, so like Edna Pontellier, I will have reached the pinnacle of life. Wow, I'm really weird. This is why I have no friends.
I went to the library today (again). Actually, I went twice. I think it's a magic place in there, because time goes by in the blink in the eye, and next thing you know, you're late to class! This happened to me twice, incidentally, ever since I discovered the language and literature floor yesterday. The first time, I was reading a book on Rococo literature, and I got so distracted by the distinction between the age of Fragonard and the age of not-Fragonard that I didn't realize how much time had gone by, and I was late to Linguistics and had to sit between two huge dudes in the back who completely obscured my view. Then, the second time, which was right before Logic and Formal Reasoning (I'ma just call it Logic for convenience, okay?) this afternoon, I found a shelf full of Moliére, and sat me down to partake. I was halfway through The Misanthrope when I realized I had six minutes to get to class, and I had to go clear across the large central expanse generally called the Oval here. So I booked it, and I actually got there earlier than the other linguistics major in the class. Maybe being good at language makes you bad at directions. They were still discussing the homework, which to the best of my knowledge, I did very well on, so that was all cool. But maybe I should stop going to the literature floor between classes. Actually, I should probably avoid the politics and philosophy floor too, if I really want to be on the safe side. I found the philosophy today, and it's really my Nietzsche; I'm so excited I just Kant contain my joy! Those were funny, what are you talking about? No, but really, I was reading Nietzsche, and it was fun, and I only got out on time because Austin reminded me. You know the silly boy called me this morning to say good morning and make sure I was awake, even though it was 5:30 there? He's a doofus. It was so lovely to wake up to his voice though. Bleh, I'm such a sentimentalist. Gotta think about other stuff, like medical maryjoowanna. That's not sentimental, right?
I love my Logic class! It's my favorite, I think. I feel so rejuvenated when I leave, and I never have trouble paying attention while I'm in there. It's so interesting, and it expands my mind, I think! We're only studying the very beginning, so I don't comprehend the full scope or difficulty yet, but it's like calculus mixed with linguistics, so I don't have to trip up on algebra, but I can use the left side of my brain and do the whole math class workout that is always so stimulating for humanities people like me. Now, I really don't want to sound like a jerk, or pretentious or anything, but I really feel like I'm doing okay in the class. I understand the concepts before the professor is done explaining them, usually, and if I get stuck on something, it's something everyone else is stuck on, so I can still grasp it without trouble, because the professor goes back and explains it more thoroughly. And I don't want to sound conceited, and I feel like I probably will, but the other people in my class aren't as quick on the draw as I thought they'd be. I mean, they're all upperclassmen except for me and these two other guys, and they seem smart, but they show remarkably little ability to grasp the ideas. One guy, in particular, sits in front of the class, and asks the silliest questions, in quite a rude manner, by the way, and it's frankly surprising that he's so lost. I mean, it's not like it's really difficult stuff yet! The other freshman in the class (well one of the two), Bryan, is incredibly cute too. He has nice blond hair and pretty blue eyes and a cute dorky smile, and he's so smart! I often think we're the only two who get the stuff immediately, and he takes the same kind of notes as I do, and with the same kind of ink pen! We sit next to each other in class (or we have been so far), and it makes me happy to see him every day. It's meant to be, it's love, what can you do. Sorry Austin, I've found my new man.
I'm so kidding it's not even funny. I've never seen anyone yet who could compare to my babe, and I don't even want to. What's wrong with me? Ughgghghg. Anyway! He's my babe! Do you know that song? Well, it's She's My Babe, really, but let us appropriate it, shall we? I love it. It's by AC/DC, but it's unreleased. And yeah, that's the way the wind blows.
I should really go to bed. I keep hearing all these weird noises, and they may be our refrigerator, and they may be our fan, and they may be Melissa making noisome motions in her sleep, but it's best not to take chances, am I right? I am. So I will go to bed and be safe under my comforter, which I can use now, because the weather has undergone a dramatic change, and is bearable for the first time since I've been here. I actually wore a sweater yesterday, and I felt like such a student. That's what students wear, right? Today was warmer, but it wasn't humid, and every strand of hair on my head rejoiced with the voice of gladness. And now it's chilly. So I'm happy about this turn of affairs, really! Okay, time to get me some sleep! Goodnight!