2.3.05

eventually, i am going to mis-write the date here. 2.3.05, 3.2.05? signs of the times.

food things:

the other night emily and i went out for dinner at the last drop, our favorite pub. i got a pint of caledonian smooth ale, bangers and mash to calm my protein craving, and a hot whiskey toddy to end. she got a giant plate of nachos and hot frothed milk with honey and nutmeg. we walked across town to tollcross, forging new meadows-circumventing-routes in the process, and had slabs of chocolate fudge cake with café mocha at a cafe near where we live. truly indulgent in this unemployed student life we live. it was the first time we've been able to hang out here without being morose; we threw around gossip from bowdoin's first week, talked of flatmates and analyzed some of the burgeoning relationships we're developing here. we're getting there.

it was the best night i've had here yet. admittedly, it was cheating to go eat good food and spend time with emily, two things i know i love, but fun is fun. needed some of it.

yesterday i bought a case of lychee at the fruit shop i go to. they threw in the remainder of another case for free and smiled at me a lot. i carried it back the five or so blocks to my flat cradled under my arm and wedged into my hip so i didn't lose any. it made my hand cramp up, but like pomegranites, they're fruit that makes you work.

giving a presentation in my honors class today. i am, so far, unconcerned.

i'm going to watch movies with sarah tonight, the girl i connected with over homestay due to mutual dislike of our fellow americans. it is entirely possible that i will bring her some lychee.

i talk to jon every night and it is still, far and away, the best part of everything.