Yesterday when I came out Calhoun, I ran into a group of kids obviously just coming back from a party. Together their smell reminded me of hospitals, or my dad when he came home in his altered state of consciousness. One kid passed by me and said hey I know you. I looked up and saw ecstasy dancing in his eyes, and his finger pointing at me, and for one second, I was intimidated. He was half leaning on the door to keep his balance but his look sent this message that he might as well hit me if he had an empty bottle in his hand. I'm really scared of drunk people. It's not even funny.

I thought Andrea Barrett was the most romantic writer alive. Those human weaknesses she describes, I couldn't have said which any better. I hate it how I had to miss her talk for a contraceptive method class.

It's hard to believe how quiet this building is tonight. Holiday seasons always remind me of how I don't belong here.