4.40. too tired to do anything, but not quite able to sleep either. lay around in bed most of the day half heartedly reading penelope fitzgerald. stirred to answer the phone twice, but it was just people trying to sell me things or ordering me to check my fire alarm, so it really wasn't worth my while picking it up. suitemate beginning to get on my nerves singing the same song from oklahoma, which she is in, and unfortunately not very well at all. i feel vaguely that i want to eat, only i'm too tired to eat, or to drag myself to the dining hall. my head doesn't feel well. i want to be able to sleep.

7.20. pulled myself out of bed and went to the dining hall. everything looked unappetising, but by then i was surprisingly ravenous, which was maddening. had some "japanese salad" which was udon with vegetables, only they were out of udon and substituted spaghetti instead, and gave up and just ate lots of pizza. runk was giving away caramel apples, and they were very pretty and i've never had one before but tonight just didn't seem like a night for caramel apples. outside in the darkening cold i was stopped by one of the smokers, a guy i hadn't seen for over two years, and had only met twice before, back in first year, so i'm surprised his name came so readily. the first time was at the greyhound station, coming back from dc late one night, he was looking for a student to share a cab with, but a friend was coming to pick me up and we gave him a ride to his place.the second time, no, rather, to begin at the beginning: at one of the international thingiis i met two other students, a french-german boy and an indian girl. it was only 9, but they insisted on walking me home, so when they got to my place i asked them to stay for tea. those days i was happier about asking people to stay too, with a very pretty and spacious room. they turn out also to know my greyhound guy, all living in the same dorm. when my german friend left uva at the end of the year, he spent the last night visiting his friends in turn to say goodbye. greyhound guy came with him, and they stayed for tea. (heehee, i just remembered, a suitemate came over afterwards and asked, who was that good looking blonde guy you had in here just now?) since then i haven't seen him again, and he told me that's because he'd taken 3 semesters off, and asked whether i was in touch with my german friend. (i was) he was now living in dillard, 2 buildings from mine. "i see you walking by sometimes, but i wasn't sure if it was you." it was cold and i wasn't properly wrapped up, so i told him to holler at me in future. how strange.

8.45. gad there is so much to do can i possibly write my french essay by tomorrow, get heaps of greek and latin done, and do the kovacs assignment, and watch that silly french movie? the library sent me a recall notice claiming it's my second and threatening fines but i never received the first. *cross* maybe i should go to clemons first thing tomorrow morning and watch it there. okay nevermind i'm going to bed.