ivory tower

i walked to work today, instead of taking the bus. the air was cool, and grey, and the slight mist felt sort of wet against my face. this campus is so different without the students in it. it's this weird mishmash of 19th century architecture, coupled with a few prison like buildings circa 1970. everything looks exactly like you would imagine a college campus looking. you could totally guess what everything is, without anyone ever telling you, "that's the library" or "that's the chemical engineering building". This is somewhat comforting, especially during winter break or very early in the morning during the semester when the place is almost empty. the students (preppie scary overly normal did i mention frightening?) are what make this place terrifying, otherwise it's sort of like this strange college faerieland. one can almost see the ivory towers, perched on top of the hills, and the ivy climbing the walls, that distinctive old book scent mixing in with the smell of snow.

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i bought my textbooks for next semester at lunch today, and am feeling raped as usual. while they obscenely overcharge you, still i was pretty excited about what i bought. The Physics for Poets class sounds really fun, and the Anthro class: Myth, Ritual and Symbol has a book on shamans as one of the texts. I also now own a whole shelf's worth of James Baldwin. and i'll be reading the Morte D'Arthur and continuing my obsession with Spenser.
i'm looking forward to this semester, if with a slightly nervous eye. eep.

as i was walking back to work, kind of late, i passed by Fernow Hall (which is right next to Rice Hall, where i work) and i remembered that i was told a few days ago that WASP boy works there full time now. i also note that he lives in the apt. building next to me. considering our proximity, it is somewhat amazing (if fortunate) that i have only run into him once this year. this makes me wonder: how many people there are who live their lives right alongside each other, and yet miraculously only intersect on the rarest of occasions. with the amount of people that form everyone's history, why is it we are always surprized to run into someone we used to know?

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globally: everything is fine. right.
...right?

locally: the problem with getting what you want. is it's never exactly what you wanted. and even if it is, that's not how you pictured it somehow.

i wouldn't trade it for anything, you know.
but still.