It's Friday. A good day, Friday. The end of the week, the first time I can actually stay up past midnight. The bad part about Friday is that my first class is at eight in the morning. I wake up at seven so I can make my leisurely way to class, my roommate is still asleep, and I tiptoe around as best I can. Her first class is at eleven, so she can stay up till way past my bed time at one frat house or another.
One other good part about Friday: I'm meeting a friend for lunch. And she has promised to show me something cool. A TARDIS graffitied on the side of Ballantine Hall, one of the biggest buildings on campus. We meet finally and she shows me this beautiful thing.
When we leave, we continue to talk, and our conversation soon turns towards vampires. Not like Twilight, don't worry. Instead we speak about the many creation theories of Dracula. She believes it was the influence of an other-dimensiony particle, and I say it is a genetic mutation. Eventually I have to go back to class, where two more of my friends and I talk for twenty minutes about the advantages of knowing a second language (one of them knows three and is working on her fourth)and the discrepancy of hand gestures around the world.
Eventually class is over and my friend and I go back to my dorm- to do something cool, I know that's what you're thinking. What did we do, you ask? We played sheet music, her on violin and me on piano. Her song is this lovely piece, Czardas:
And mine, the beautiful Raindrop Prelude:
(It gets really good in the middle)
This is what my friends and I do. For fun. BAM! Done before six P.M.
My roommate does this:
On Thursday, goes out to party, coming back at one or two in the morning.
Turns disapprovingly towards the wall when I rise at seven.
Leaves as soon as I come in at 6:30 to START partying.
Will not return till two, three maybe (it IS Friday night, after all).
I feel like a WINNER.