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thursday, july 2, 1998, 01:44 it's amazing how different it is here in the summer. most noticable for me is the distinct lack of the cs culture creeping into my life. sure i've been spending time in the lab still, and there are always cs people around, but not having the classes to deal with makes it all, different. a game of street hockey today, and i've got the cuts to show for it. i've really got to get better shoes with better treads. i mean, i suppose it doesn't help that these are the same ones that i've had since high school. not enough excercise and now i pay, with no coordination or stamina, i was pretty much a mess on the rink. this whole movement thing is going to be the death of me. and now the cold air is blowing in through the open window, chilling my left arm. the jangling of keys from a darkened parking lot. the people who live next door scare me, only because i have no idea what to make of them. there's that little fat kid who's always riding around on his bike, or else playing with the super soaker. and the young teen, perpetually shirtless. and people too numerous to count constantly going in and out of that house. that's across my neighbor's yard. now there's the man talking to his dog. arf. no. not do. someone else outside the house. and i can't even imagine what these people are doing up at 2:30 in the morning. or at night. whichever. semantics. and on a wednesday night as well. and i don't think i want to know either. more work tomorrow must be done. today was spent on the green, reading, and in the lab, finally working on that final project that i've been working on since last semester. god i'm a slacker. summertime though. it's all good.
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