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I liked the Rimsky-Korsakov. I must have bad taste. It was cool. So was the Dvorak, though my mind kept going on one track (life, liberty and the pursuit of castle) except in the third movement, which got me.
It is nice when random people give you a ride home, though not as nice as when the people aren't random and you can stay with them longer. She played some interesting and some bad jazz in the car. I told her to let me off anywhere on campus and promptly got quasi-lost on the south side where all the scary colleges I've never been to are. I had some epiphany on the was back to Jones, but I lost it doing my linguistics homework.
Now for fiftysomething pages of Thucydides.
It is nice when random people give you a ride home, though not as nice as when the people aren't random and you can stay with them longer. She played some interesting and some bad jazz in the car. I told her to let me off anywhere on campus and promptly got quasi-lost on the south side where all the scary colleges I've never been to are. I had some epiphany on the was back to Jones, but I lost it doing my linguistics homework.
Now for fiftysomething pages of Thucydides.
