October?

Well, I don't know what the hell happened to October, but it seems to gone. And it needed at least one blog entry.

It's been an eventful month. My boyfriend and I broke up, I passed some tests, I began delving into string theory, I studied, I graded a lot of papers, I reunited with an old friend, my mom came to visit, and my brother was in a motorcycle accident and now sports a steel plate in his arm.

That's the brief version, anyhow.

One particular morning of my ususal routine, however, stands out. I was getting off the MARTA on my way to class one morning, still somewhat exhausted from that wonderful sleep deprivation that only seems to occur when being a student, when I was jostled by a passing undergrad. He was "sketchy" looking at best, listening to headphones, and sauntering by in his leather jacket. I had only noticed him because he bumped into me, but he fully caught my attention when he reached into his pocket for a cigarrette, and dropped a joint onto the MARTA platform. Cooler than cool, and deliberately not looking around him, he reached down and picked it up and deposited it back into his jacket pocket.

I laughed all the way to class.