It’s easiest to just talk about what happened as a timeline, naturally. And to read over that, it’s actually kinda hard too – because I talked with her, and talked with him, and saw that, and saw this – what did I really think about it? Otherwise it’s dry and empty. So, there has to be more descriptors I guess. It’s not just a planner weblog, it’s a fill-in-the-blank novel diary thingamajig that will go down in history as the collective ramblings of Byron M. Kho, esquire. Nope, not esquire with a capital E, because no lawyer here. Wait, that would also cover little e esquire too. Damn.
Randi told me how she went over to Alanna’s place (for dinner, I’m presuming, with Molly too) and they were going over things. Apparently, Alanna keeps a lot of stuff, and she had an old note of mine, asking her to wake me up on some exam day or something. It’s “classic Byron”, or so I’ve been told. It’s kind of embarrassing, but kind of endearing. At least all of them seem to think so. Randi shocked me too: she went and ran a half marathon around Center City last weekend. She did! 13 miles! 7.5 minutes a mile! She’s cute when she gets all excited, and she totally was – she said she felt so good about it, she was gonna do it again, real soon. She did, however, express misgivings over running an actual marathon. I asked why, and she told me it was too much of a mental challenge, and I can’t run that much, etc. I told her yes, and the psychological rewards are much greater… then she threw another back at me. Why don’t you run a double marathon? I said..um, no. At least not now, when I can’t throw 4 hours away for practice a day, when all I will do is come home tired, sweaty and crippled. Crippled, you ask? At this point, yes, since running has been last on the list for the past month. I am sure I am out of shape now.
Sigh, JMal. I saw her over at PSA on Thursday. I miss her a lot. She’s going to Puerto Rico for Fall Break, and leaving next semester for London. And I’m still here, waiting. You know, I think a visit tomorrow is in the works.
Sourabh tells all these weird stories all the time. They’re funny – just weird. I’m sure he thinks the same of all my stories. But he has all these funny stalker people, and to whom he’s too nice, and the whole time he complains about their weirdness, he still talks with them like nothing happened and they’re great, so was there stalking? And everything is definitely “weird”. Which includes me (I already knew that one). He likes the AC on all the time, even when he complains it’s cold outside. And he always takes naps. But he’s definitely a funny kid, just more open with his mouth than most people. Which is good; he should go into public relations or marketing, he’d shine. Biochem job? Pshaw!
Aparna is just crazy. Now who got the hooch?
Jenny Heck, thanks for the great party. And all those people! And private stocks! Thank god for you (and Poe coming over, and Ed, and your crazy drunk friend, and all those other things like the Nu and scandals and affairs and gossip and still being embroiled in the midst), I might have left early from that shindig just because I could.