New place, new person

So it occurs to me, as I drifted home with the wind at my back, what this strange new world was turning me into. He asked me what I'd done, I smiled, embarrassed to be flaunting it in plain sight, hockey injury. She says 'crazy person injury' and laughs, and I laugh, knowing she is right. He asked yesterday if I slept, I replied 'sometimes', and even if that isn't true right now, it is becoming moreso every day.

Between it all, and last night, I am someone else here, similar but different, somehow the socialite of the group despite best efforts to avoid it. And actuely aware that this hat isn't fitting quite right around the ears. I am not so charming, so appealing, so is this a comparitive thing? Does the hat merely fit me best, and therefore it falls to me to keep it? I can't answer. My hand hurts and to be honest I shouldn't be typing. Instead of reading this afternoon I want to sleep and run. Instead of reading tonight I want to listen and dance. And so I will. Because I am here not just to spout jargon and imbibe academic discourse. Hopefully productivity will find me, he's been elusive thus far. Tomorrow being a write-off of class, lunch and class. Perhaps in the evening I will try to find him, curled up in a library chair. Ideally on Friday he will come down to the Union with me to pirate some tv and get lost.