Friday, March 16, 2007

Had a Nice Day

Well. Huh.

Today was...nice.

Nothing remarkable happened, it just kind went the way I wish every average day would go.

I got out of bed...on time at 7:30.

I got to campus...with enough minutes to grab a hot cocoa and morning bun from Cafe Strada.

I went to my 8:00am class....and didn't feel like I was going to fall asleep.

I made my trek Downtown to work...and actually was productive the entire time.

I went to swimming....and was not the slowest person in my lane!

After swimming, I walked home....and a woman passing by wished me "Good Afternoon."

I went up to studio...and successfully sketched out a plan for San Antonio Center.

I thought I was going to eat dinner alone...but ended up eating with Ian and Lisa, meeting up with Chris, and randomly running into Jacob and Karl!

I went back to Wurster....and taught myself AutoCad with Aditi's company and help.

I came home at 1:00am, and don't feel exhausted.

Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it was the morning bun. Maybe it was having lunch while at work. Maybe it was the serendipity of running into people at the right time.

Whatever it was, today is the type of day I would probably forget if I didn't write it down, the pleasant kind of day that I'll miss once I'm done with grad school and no longer living in Berkeley. So, I just wanted to take this moment to say to myself, and to all my dear readers, that today, I had a nice day, and it was good.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Unseasonably Warm

Spring makes me feel uneasy, especially when it arrives early, out of nowhere like it did this weekend. Newspaper weather forecast: "Unseasonably Warm."

I'm feeling the heat.

I've lived on an academic calendar for most of my life, so the coming of Spring has meant that the year is about to come to an end. This is the last year where that will be the case. Soon, Spring will just be a shift to better weather. I look forward to that. But this year it's the biggest ending/beginning I've had to face.

*sigh* it'll work out, I know, but for now the not-knowing nags at me.