Good night: Japan soc was a presentation of surprising facts about Japan; Jenga and Moods at Rutherford bar; Magic at Mungo's singing along to every song they played. Then walking home with Laura who lives two doors down from me.

Don't you just hate it when you've spent ages on the wrong thing for hwk? Plus I'd just realised today, the day before the class. But hooray for not reading just one article for this class! I have a back up already highlighted :) let's keep this up.

We finally got internet set up in the house last night and I managed to finally talk to Gwynnie today. I lost two hours of my day of catching up on work, preparing for seminars tomorrow, but I've gained buckets of energy.

I'm listening to Good News for People Who Love Bad News and my first reaction is 'oh, hello childhood'. But the familar feeling of enjoying this album doesn't come from my childhood in the ordinary sense. It was during those GCSE years when I was introduced to Modest Mouse. In this case, 'childhood' refers to the distant memory-feelings; here particularly they are of an unexepected strongly enveloping happiness. Not a flood of memories being realised or a specific feeling that is stimulated by the present circumstance, but feelings that are familiarly associated with this stimulus. I think.

I'm not used to being happy, so I describe it thus.

First day of school, final year

I've never sat on a bench by the duck pond before, but I can't think of a better place to be right now. To rest.

After being idle all summer, walking up to campus almost every day in the first week of moving to Canterbury is really pushing myself to be active and do that much exercise to build up my endurance. And by the end of the week I was fit enough to do the 20 minute uphill trek without panting, but doing the same route on the first day of school with 6 books and a litre bottle of water resets my fitness scale.