I’ve wanted to post, but haven’t been able to think of much to write about. This has led to a nagging feeling in the back of my brain that I should put something down on paper (figuratively speaking), but I never managed to bring myself to do it. I’m sitting here in the 66 cluster, considering that escaping briefly from Second East will allow me to clear my head. Capen’s sitting to my left browsing the internet, and the printer spools are whirling softly behind me. I’m printing out a bunch of lecture notes and assignments from what I missed this week. Tired, I went to classes all day Monday and Wednesday, but punted Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Oops.

My weariness is hardly due to a lack of enthusiasm about classes; rather, it seems as if the body is often stronger than the mind at times that prove to be inconvenient. This is something people around here hate to admit, but seems to creep up behind us when we least expect it.

Now I’m somewhat inspired. Things to write about: Term, movies, books. Term is going well so far for the one and a half weeks that it’s lasted. My classes are each enjoyable, although all the p-sets I have are due on Wednesdays. This doesn’t bode well for my weekends, but it is kind of nice to be “done” with work in the middle of the week.

Charles and I went to see Persepolis over IAP, and I never got a chance to talk about it. It’s based on a graphic novel by Marjane Satrapi, and was a movie that brought me to tears both by laughter and by sorrow. I highly recommend it. Yesterday, we watched Paris, je t’aime, which is a series of 18 vignettes about each of the sections of Paris. Some of the pieces were very artsy and really neat. Others were sad, and still others made no sense at all and were over seemingly before they started.

I just finished reading Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, and I understand now how countless people have fallen in love with his writing style. Wikipedia even tells me he gave a lecture at MIT in 2005! Although I never got to spend as much time reading it as I would have liked, Norwegian Wood captivated me as much as if I had sucked it up all in one sitting. Depressing, yet elegant, the book left me reflective and even more appreciative for those little things in life.

There are a few things to look forward to in the upcoming weeks: Gigantour (the concert I blogged about earlier) has moved to Friday night as part of a three day New England Metal Festival. Rock on. The MIT Concert Band’s annual tour is in April, and we’re going to Canada. Diss it as you might, I’ve never been to Canada so it should be fun. Spring break also isn’t far away, and hopefully I’ll do something much less lame than I did last year.

But to bring things back from the future, a bunch of us are going to stuff ourselves full of arguably delicious, cheap Chinese food at 7pm, followed by Across the Universe at 10pm. This will be my third time seeing the movie, but I think I will still enjoy it just as much as when I first heard “Girl” playing on Vinayak’s laptop speakers.

Now Capen is impatient. “Why is this revolving around Revolver?” he asks, and we leave the cluster.