Below are the 16 most recent journal entries recorded in Elliott's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, September 27th, 2005
11:29 pm	Look...I can commit Well in what is a surprise to me and perhaps anybody that still bothers to check if I've updated, I am updating a second time this week. I guess the main reason is that I feel as if I need to decompress alot. I don't know whats happening to me but all passion, all worry, all the things that make us human seem to be leaving me. Today I got back a paper on which I recieved a C. No big deal, its the first paper, small part of the grade...but I'm used to receiving A's and high B's on my papers. Usually I'd get mildly upset, distressed, concerned...whatever, if I got anything else. Today...no reaction whatsoever, just a brief glance at the crescent moon C and a registration of what the shape represented. The only reaction that I am having to it is my lack of reaction to the paper itself. That is just one case in point. Though there aren't necessarily specific others, I feel a detachment from what is going on around me. From some of the philosophers I read, especially 17th century rationalists, this is supposed to be a good thing, in fact one of the best things. Yet I hate feeling so emotionless, I want to feel something, even if it is the mentally unbalanced passion of Nietzsche when he's writing. I want to feel that passion for what I'm doing. When I came here last year I loved learning, I loved talking to professors, I loved reading the philosophy and religion I was supposed to read. Now, I look for ways out of it. I think, well do I really need to do this, he'll go over it in lecture tomorrow. This apathy scares me. Is this how I'm going to spend the rest of my life, apathetic to everything around me? Last year I had the election to be passionate about, this year I haven't really been going to CR meetings. I only hope that I get into the Jerusalem program. I truly believe it is the invigoration that I need in my life...if I don't go there, I fear that this apathy will not become a temporary state, but a permanent reality of my life. Current Mood: quixotic Current Music: Philosophy-Ben Folds (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 25th, 2005
7:14 pm	Once again...ahem Well it really has been ages since I've updated this bloody thing, I really am bad with commitments of this sort. I guess there is no real reason while I update, perhaps its because I also keep a journal of the handwritten sort. That is much more emblematic of myself than these electronic symbols. But anyhow...where was I? Well to begin, I have sent in my final application to study abroad in Jerusalem...yes, I am one of about two people who actually want to spend sixth months in the heart of the Arab-Israeli conflict. Call me crazy but I love adventure. That is things will go on like this unless they cancel the program due to the recent proliferation of rocket attacks by Hamas. Oh well. I can very well imagine that either way I'm going to go. I got a sobering message from a friend the other day saying, "Elliott I heard you were going to study in Jerusalem...please don't die." Well thats comforting. My birthday is coming up soon, thats exciting, only one more year until I can legally drink, though that hasn't stopped me up until this point. I can only hope that the year goes by quickly, which it will considering half of the year will be spent in the Middle East where I can legally drink though run the risk of having a jihad put on me for doing so. Living with Seamus isn't a bad deal. We both are pretty low key so arguments are rare, if they ever even take place. We have very little to bitch about when it comes to that situation given what I've heard about other people and their roommates. Well that is a sufficiently long enough entry for now so its back to work and waiting for West Wing to come on. Shalom Alecheim. (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 26th, 2005
1:42 am	What is it that we are meant to do with our lives? I think the best answer that I have ever heard came from a Holocaust survivor. He tells a story of how after he was released from Buchenwald he was basically just sent out on his own to find his family. Only around 10 at the time, he wandered the dirt roads, coming upon a crashed motorcycle. Next to it he found a piece of the broken mirror. Picking it up he was intrigued by how he was able to reflect light into the tiniest of cracks and darkest of holes. He kept this mirror, eventually rounding it out into a circle. To this day he carries that mirror and remembers what it meant to him at that time and what it still means. In the face of all the darkness of evil he had seen as a child, he was able to see that light still existed and that he must be a mirror to reflect that light where it was needed most. Where ever he saw darkness be must shine light. Would that I could be a mirror for those around. (Comment on this)
Thursday, May 19th, 2005
2:36 am	Home There is something refreshingly immature about being home. At school there is this perception that we are growing up, that we are adults. We are on our own and we act as independently as possible. Yet when i come home, all of that is gone. Yes, my friends and I continue to get older, yes I have matured over the past year, and yes I have started to think more along adult lines, but I am still unbelievably trapped in this mind set where I want to be young and completely irresponsible. This is what I want, but this is not what I can have. Then again, that is life, always wanting the unattainable. It's a funny time, college. Trapped between two worlds both mentally and physically. Immaturity versus Maturity, the future versus the past, the person I was versus the person I am becoming. So far I've been able to reconnect with the immaturity I possessed in high school. I've been able to recover some of that which I thought I'd lost. Home allows me to talk like I'm in junior high with my guy friends. It allows me to laugh at inappropriate times and at jokes I shouldn't find funny. I've found in most people in college there is a strong sense to be mature when at their heart they aren't ready. We rush to be mature but when we're finally there we realize the beauty of the naivety that we had. I'm not saying it's unhealthy to mature, but we must always root ourselves in the beauty of a carefree attitude. This is what is glorious about the college years, especially being home. We can be carefree while at the same time growing. We stagnate and move forward all at the same time. This we must do, always with an eye on the future. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, April 18th, 2005
11:58 am	Interconnectivity Yesterday I took another look at the movie, I Heart Huckabees. This is by far one of the most insightful movies I have ever seen. It brings up several questions for me that I wish I had the answer to. It also raises the common humanity that we all share. I believe the wisest part of the movie comes when Dustin Hoffman is showing Jason Schwartzman the blanket. Out of this, it is shown that even though we're all different we are all the same. There is a common, blanket truth that lays over all of us. I go to Indiana University, Dyan goes to NYU, Cheryl goes to DePaul. They are girls, I am a guy. We have unique personalities and histories and yet our humanity links us. Josh is over there, Kyle here. Over in Africa there is a famine. And yet what makes me different from that famine? What makes me unique? The honest truth is truly that. The appearance of things is different but the core truth is the same. What is this blanket truth that covers all humanity? It really is incredibly simple. We are all human anomalies. We are all creatures of the same Earth and what affects one of us affects all of us. If I give a homeless man a nickel, he is five cents closer to a donut or cup of coffee. He smiles back at me, this makes me feel better. I go on in my day with a sense that I helped someone, I continue to help people because of the positive feedback I get from them and they in turn help people. A famine in Africa is started because of a lack of rain in the Sub-Saharan countries. This causes me to put a dollar into a collection box. This dollar adds to millions. These millions by grain for those suffering from hunger. Thus in each instance a good act leads a greater wave of good. Conversely, a malign act will multiply with more malign acts. Whether we like it or not we are interconnected. What can this then tell us about our own lives? When we realize the interconnectivity of humanity, we realize that petty grudges and hatreds are going to get us no where, the hatred will only come back to us. When I hate a person I deny their relation to me. When I respond to hate with hate I am only hurting myself. Thus I need to get past those things that happened in the past. I cannot dwell on thoughts of love lost and friendships split. I must make moves of reconciliation so that I can be reconciled with myself. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 26th, 2005
9:57 pm	I wrote a journal several hours ago. In the time since I wrote that I saw a program on the horrors of Auschwitz. I know it sounds like repetition, knowing that thousands, even millions, have excoriated the feelings surrounding this heinous event. Not only that, they have talked about the evil, the obscene and total evil of those who conducted these awful sins. And yet my concern is not just for the awful crimes of the past, it is our failure to apply those lessons learned to our current time. The excuse for inaction by many of the allies at the time of the Holocaust was that it was inconceivable to them that such horrible murders could be committed. This excuse is no longer applicable. No more can we blame ignorance. Since the Holocaust we have the horrors of Cambodia, Rwanda, and the Sudan to name a few. The most recent of these is the Sudan. We know that genocide is being committed. We know that the crimes of the past are being repeated by new Nazis. We know the horrible price being paid by innocents. And yet we do nothing. It took months for us to even call it genocide in the first place. No, we are more concerned with fighting a morally questionable war against a sovereign nation than helping those in need. Our nation claims to support the downtrodden of the Earth while turning its back on their plight. We ignored the signs of slaughter in World War II Europe. FDR, long considered one of our greatest presidents, was approached by Jews with family in Europe telling them of the growing danger. FDR was approached with plans to bomb train lines going into Auschwitz. He was approached with knowledge outlining the murder of innocents. And what did he do? He did nothing. He wanted to fight the war first despite the fact that his actions could have saved countless Jews. Where is the justice? Where is your great president now? Let us hope that the current president learns from FDR's silence. Let us hope that he will give a hand to the poor and downtrodden as he has promised. For a man who wears his faith on his sleeve so blatantly, the president seems to easily forget the Christian obligation to peace and comfort. He has waged a war going against Jesus' message of faith and ignored the plight of Sudanese going against his obligation to comfort. If he has learned nothing from the evils of the Holocaust, let us hope that those around him can remind him of the lessons. (Comment on this)
7:33 pm	You know, I'm not really an overly emotional person. I tend to let my emotions bottle up inside me in order as to appear stoic to those around me. In fact the only emotion people would know I have would be the occasional burst of anger or sadness. Yet on the whole these are rare occurrences. I don't know if this is good or bad. I mean, emotion is such a dirty thing. It shows us at our worst, it opens us like a book for all the world to read. This openness puts us in the position of being hurt. Some would say that being hurt would allow a person to learn and move on. There is that famous line by Shakespeare, "It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved before." Well Shakespeare was a genius in most things, his plays still stand as pinnacles of English literature, and yet he must never have loved and lost. The pain of loss is incredibly sharp, but worse is the pain of unrequited love. When you love someone and you know that either they don't love you in the same way or do not know of your love, you suffer in silence with every passing moment. This is why I try not to be an open book, I don't want to suffer at the cruel hands of fate. Besides, I find that I really am rather emotionless. I can be happy and sad and angry and such but I really don't have these feelings that often. I am usually just in a state of relative happiness that varies little. Besides, it can be kind of fun to be emotionless. It can provide for a lot of amusement. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 15th, 2004
12:13 pm	Home So I'm sitting here listening to the Garden State soundtrack and for some reason it makes me so incredibly nostalgic for home. Lately I've felt this way alot. I can't exactly explain why it is that this is making me think of home, I didn't see the movie with people from home, except Seamus, and its not as if the songs connect me to any specific moment at home. Yet still for some reason I can't stop thinking of home and my amazing group of friends. As I look back on it I spent most of highschool looking for something better than what I had. Between Sophomore year and summer going into senior year I hopped friends so many times It would change at least once a month. Granted I kept my core gropu of friends but so many on the periphery would change. And I realized when it happened to me senior year how shitty it was. Last summer I didn't necessarily make new friends, I just reconnected with the ones I had. I cannot begin to say how much Dyan has come to mean to me. We bitch eachother out, we make fun of eachother's mothers, we create incredibly uncomfortable situations for eachother and I'd have it no other way. She has become one of my best friends and someone that I can fall back on no matter what situation I get into. She is truly someone that I miss greatly when she is away. Moran is another of those friends that I reconnected with over the summer. It is a testament to our friendship that we could put behind us the events of senior year so soundly as to pick up exactly where we left off. His incredibly goofy sense of humor is a welcome return to younger days. Yet at the same time he is unbelievably deep and profound. This is what is great about him. At one moment we can be ripping each other apart and the next we're having a deep conversation about something. It really is wonderful. And then there is Erik. He is perhaps one of the most energetic people that I know. He's always up for creating some sort of trouble that if it isn't pulled off correctly will land one of us in jail. There is still much time for this to happen though. He's done an excellent job of tearing down my inhibitions. Josh is much like Erik, only Josh gets caught. This is what makes him so great. I guess one could say that its a bit of a laugh factor but the kid is also just genuinely fun to be around. There are always excellent times to be had when he is there. Lastly, but certainly not least, is Dold. She is one person that I came to know much better over the summer. Me her and Dyan spent many a quiet night towards the end of summer at my dad's house doing absolutely nothing because lets face it, we had nothing better to do. She is one person that no matter how inflated my ego gets, she's able to bring it back to earth. Her incredibly subtle sense of humor makes for many intensely funny situations. I cannot say how glad I am to finally come to know her. There are so many other people who have made my life incredibly rich but these five stand at the center of it. I cannot wait to come home and see you all again. I can't believe that I've written what dyan would term a dedication entry but everyone on it is worth it. Now its time for me to go take my Hindu Final, so peace out and see you all in a few days. Current Music: Garden State Soundtrack (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 14th, 2004
3:43 pm	Christmastime So, here it is, finally the end of the semester and now that lovely time for recalling what happened this semester. Alot went down this semester, stuff I'm proud of and stuff I'm not. To begin with I have had alot of fun. I've become closer to people that I had known before but never really knew on a personal level. I've had some amazing conversations and come to some startling revelations about myself. My future is becoming clearer the more I try to deny it. That future of course is being a priest. Suprise suprise, like any of my friends didn't know it. It's something that I've tried to deny for such a long time that the fact that I have to deny it at all makes it clear that its what I'm supposed to do. I've also made some new friends, mostly within the college republicans but some on the completely opposite side of the political spectrum. I've done some really stupid things (a.k.a fire extinguishers and moving cars) and some incredibly smart things (dropping astronomy, staying for Halloween). I've met some people that I wish I hadn't and I've met some people that I wish I'd met so much earlier. I've thought about transferring and I've thought about staying. I've had so many conflicting emotions that I realize this is what college is all about. It is impossible to know what's right what now. It's impossible to know what to think. Yet there is an incredibly relaxing feeling knowing that so much is undecided: that I have the entire book of my life before me, nearly blank. Now begins an even better time. Christmas. I cannot even begin to say how much I want to be home right now. The times that I have been home before this have been blissful. It's great to be among people that you have history with. I think thats what I really miss most about home. Here I have to create a new history with every person. I cannot necessarily fall back on friends that know who and what I am. I have to explain where I come from and where I am going, what my likes and dislikes are and its perplexing. I enjoy being home so much because I don't have to explain anything to them. They know why I am me. Last weekend Moran came and visited me. He only stayed for a night and yet it was so refreshing to have him here. It was like being home again. Yet through it all I don't want to ignore the impact that Pabian has had on my time here. He's made it so much easier to be away from home because of our burgeoning friendship. All in all, I like it here, but its time to be at home with my real friends. Guys, I'll see you soon. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 9th, 2004
9:41 pm	Election 2004 Well it's now one week after election 2004 and people are still whining about the results. Let's face it, Kerry lost. I have listened to one person say that the exit polls being way off points to fraud. Let me just say that this is completely ridiculous. To begin with, the polls are not scientific because they aren't random. It is completely up to the pollsters about who gives their opinion. For others it is a matter about the math used. The pollsters were using a 95% confidence interval which is completely inappropriate for a poll of such large scope, by the end of the first week of classes in statistics I knew that it was a 90% confidence interval. This would put the margin of error in such a way that it would be impossible to declare a winner. Thus ineffectual polling leads to ineffectual results and bad math leads to bad numbers. This is the first argument. Secondly the democrats should just stop whining and work on rebuilding their party. The more time they spend whining the more time they waste on finding the cause of their disillusionment among voters. Let's face it once again, Kerry lost not because of anything people did to him, but because of what he failed to do. He failed, plain and simple. This election was not necessarily won by the religious right, polls show that his increase among these voters was very little, some two or three percent, a rise equal to that of people that voted for him who do not attend church regularly. I also would like to address those who think about moving out of the country. Go right ahead. If you are going to run away at the slightest disappointment then you don't really have a place in the American political system. But just be warned, its going to take abotu four years to get into Canada anyway. Think about it, four years to get into Canada, four years until the next election. Well its rather bizarre that this election ended in one night and so succinctly given the sense of extremism on both sides to battle it out. I think thats what is hard for so many on the losing side to grasp. They allowed themselves to believe thta since they hated Bush, that must be how the rest of the world felt. They lulled themselves into an alternate world in which Bush was more unpopular than Jimmy Carter during his presidency. That world was shattered when Bush won and so they walk around stunned, wondering what went so desperately wrong. Well look at the failings of the Democratic Party and then come to me and argue about the election. Heal your party before you allow yourselves to be blinded by fury and hate. (Comment on this)
Monday, November 1st, 2004
6:15 pm	Pax Americana You know, I'm going to come right out and say it, this election isn't really as important as people make it out to be. It isn't about changing the country, hoenstly nothing is going to change in four years, at least dramatically. To begin with, if Bush wins his term isn't going to be nearly as conservative as his first. If Kerry is elected, he'll only serve one terms as he has to compete with some of the best Republicans in the party come 2008 like Guiliani and McCain. Next on the issue of the election, Pax Americana is at an end. The world order is changing and we need to realize it. America was at the apex of its power and it is now beginning the long and incredibly slow descent out of superpower status. It could seem rather scary at first. Yet it isn't, it is indeed a refreshing thing. When we are no longer a super power we won't be thought of as the source of the worlds problems. We can look into our own problems without being seen as selfish and ethnocentric. We'll have a liberty that is completely new and refreshing. Sure we won't be the number one power, but at the same time we'll be able to lead by example rather than force. This election is oabout pointing our decline in the right direction as well as making sure that the decline doesn't happen too quickly. So don't fret, America will be here four years from now who's ever elected, life will go on, we'll still be hated across the world because of who we are not what we believe. And just in the future, don't be so damned closeminded as to think that someone voting differently than you is an idiot, cause lets face it, we've hit the bottom of the barrel with both candidates. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 19th, 2004
11:59 am	Dylan So I'm sitting here in the library listening to the song "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carrol" by Bob Dylan. It is such a simple song yet how powerful the message is. The United States for over two hundred and twenty five years has attempted to create an equal justice system. We have this idea that somehow we are all equal in the sight of the law, that for some reason, Justice truly is blind. Yet my own life is an example of how this isn't true at all. In the song, the Killer is a rich Maryland farmer and because of family relations in the government he gets off with nothing more than six months. How disgusting, a senseless murder and all he gets in return in a measly six months. To put a more personal example on this, I have a friend that got into a little legal trouble in an area where my family has a lot influence. Because of the combined efforts of my dad who has many lawyer friends down there and my uncle who is a strong influence in local politics, my friend is going to get off with barely anything, if anything at all. Now I'm not saying that this is a bad thing, if anything I'm glad that my friend is not going to get the full punishment of jail time, the "crime" was just a moment of youthful indiscretion while under the influence. Yet this takes place on a much higher level throughout the country. Look at O.J. Simpson, the man was obviously guilty, evidence was hugely stacked against him and yet he receives no punishment at all. In a later civil suit he was proved liable for Christ's sake! Yet it is not the judges alone that influence the decision. There is also the fact of lawyers. For a rich person, it is easy to hire the best counsel and experts. For a person who doesn't have the same resources they must rely on public defenders or prosecutors who often are overworked and tired. They are forced to juggle so many cases in the air that they cannot possibly give all their energy to that poor person's defense. This automatically puts them at a disadvantage. Also, the police are more likely to treat a rich person with more respect than someone pulled off the streets of the inner city. What then can we possibly do to establish some sort of equal justice. The answer is that its nearly impossible. Humans will always have the proclivity to believe the rich man than the poor man. Our society has the belief that the poor must have done something wrong to be poor. It is their fault that they cannot lift themselves up, they must be lazy or incompetent. It is believed the rich are rich because they somehow deserve to be, they must have been smart to make that much money. They must in some way be bettre than the poor. Obviously this is so if they can live the lives they do, especially those that have lifted themselves out of poverty. While we cannot ignore the noble goal of forward movement, it is dangerous to fall into these societal traps. They allow us to forgo our obligation to help the poor, to better the plight of man. We cannot be clouded by this supposed thought that the rich are intrinsically better. Yet at the same time we cannot demonize them for being wealthy. It often takes hard work to procure and maintain wealth. We must then have an even balance. We can respect the rich for their hard work but we cannot forget our obligation to use our own wealth to help those that are less fortunate. This is the highest attainable goal. To help others is to help ourselves. Did Jesus not say that the greatest love is to sacrifice yourself for a friend? (Comment on this)
Monday, October 18th, 2004
10:21 pm	So I went to this inter-faith panel on the 2004 election that was supposed to be a balanced and diverse look at the religious side of American Politics. My first inclination that this wasn't going to be the case was when I looked at the affiliation of these clergy members. Three were women, one was a man. There was a reformed Baptist, an Episcoplian Priest, an Evangelical Pastor, and a Reform Jewish Rabbi. Missing was anybody outside of western faith. Where was the mullah or llama? Where was the diversity that I had been promised? More so, why was the largest christian denomination, Roman Catholicism, not represented. I was treated to two incredibly liberal opinions, one moderate opinion, and one incredibly right wing opinion. I could not believe that this was supposed to somehow be representative of the larger faith community. In light of this I'm going to itirate my own private beliefs for the sake of argument. Firstly, I am Catholic, and as such, I tend to agree with alot of what that church teaches. And yet I am still an individual. My belief in God stems from a unique spark within me which I label faith. This is the core of belief. Unfortunately, faith is not something we all have, many allow it to die because they feel either that it makes them in some way "uncool" or that rational thought cannot support the belief in God. Well let me just say that this is ridiculous. God is not subject to reason. He exists beyond our comprehension. We cannot divinate his will and plan for us. We can not even say for certain if he exists. Yet then how do I know that he exists? I know he exists because I feel that twinge of faith. I feel the spark and I feed it with questioning and conviction. The spark becomes a flame and the flame a raging inferno. Faith exists in me because I allow it to exist in me. I acknowledge that there is something higher than me because like Jacob, I have wrestled with it. Faith in the absurd is the most noble thing that anyone can aspire to. Its hard to believe in that which we cannot comprehend. We post moderns don't like to defer control in our life. We think we control every aspect of our daily lives when so much of it is beyond our realm. This is the biggest blockade to faith, the relinquishing of control. Why is it so hard for us to give up control? If anything it should be a joyous thing. To put our lives in another's hands it perhaps the greatest sign of humility that we can display. Yet we find it so hard to be humble and especially to trust. Faith is the ultimate trust, it is the ultimate good. Yet faith cannot be a mere internal feeling. It must act itself out in good works. How better to show our faith in God than by serving others as He desires us to. Not one of those clergymen and women was able to portray this to me. They didn't convince me one way or the other. The only one that came close was the Episcopalian, the lone moderate. All in all it was a sorely disappointing event. Excuse the rambling. (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 17th, 2004
9:31 pm	Hmm.. I realize of course that I have been much absent from this website. I haven't written in over a month and perhaps that is partially due to my inability to make a commitment to anything and everything. Well at least in the sense of keeping up a daily habit such as writing in a journal of any sort. In fact the only thing that I'm able to do every single day is brush my teeth and take a shower. Even I can't stand the offensive body odor of an unbathed heathen. But not quite as offensive as talking to someone who obviously doesn't brush their teeth. And yet here I go digressing on a topic that is of so little importance. Unfortunately the habits of personal hygiene seem lost on a lot of people. So now onto the more mundane banalities of everyday living since I last wrote. Though I suppose that using the phrase "mundane banalities" is a little repetitive, I should just say something to the extent of the mundane qualities or perhaps just trivial. That captures what I was trying to say quite nicely. So as I was saying, midterms start this week, well for me at least. Fortunately I only have two of them yet they are in the two classes that cover the most material. Who ever knew that I would end up taking a test on the Bible and that Ancient Greek philosophy would provide me with one and a half hours of essay writing. I guess its the territory thta comes with being a philosophy religious studies major. It is quite the pointless major I guess. Though one must either be a professor, lawyer, or priest. Either that or I could wait tables. At least I'd be a well educated waiter. I went to a College Republican party this weekend, highly enjoyable. Not a whole lot else to say besides Au Revoir. (Comment on this)
Monday, August 30th, 2004
9:35 pm	Classes Today was the first day of classes and I see that its going to be quite an interesting year. In my religion and philosophy classes there are two types of people. On the one hand you have those that seem to have missed the sixties by mere minutes. On the other you have kids that are almost certainly going to either fail out altogether or stick around for a few extra years. I hope that I don't fall into either of these groups. Yet there is still time for me to turn into one of them. Let us pray that I can stay the way I am. It would be disingenuous of me to say that I fit into the stereotypical Philosophy major. Hell, I just joined the College Republicans. That automatically disqualifies me from getting a degree in the liberal arts. Oh well. I had some homework but not too much, and now its finished. I ate Tibetan food last night with my friend David. The food and conversation were both great. Hopefully Ethnic Sundays will continue to be a tradition as we have many more resturants to hit up. Well thats it for now, I'm going back to watching the GOP Convention. Peace Out. (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 26th, 2004
9:50 am	First Day of College Well I moved in yesterday and to my lack of surprise, my roommate has not shown up. This gives me a mixed bag of feelings. On the one hand I have a relatively huge room to myself. On the other I am at an immediate disadvantage in terms of knowing people. I did meet one really cool kid who's roommate also has a tendency to vanish. Our mutual adoration of Phish, Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, et al made the friendship an immediate hit. That and the fact that he's Irish fills the gap and honors the decree that somewhere says I have to always have at least one Irish friend with me, sorry Moran. Anyway, it rained like crazy yesterday and so my floor is soaking wet. This led to me meeting the floor for a much needed face to face talk. Not much else has been going on, I think I'm going to go out to breakfast in a few minutes. Good luck to everyone else who started college today. (Comment on this)