He's Like A Detuned Radio

Sitting around on campus, waiting for a review session at 5:00. Got the iPod on shuffle and the Transport notes lying everywhere. I've forgotten how easy it is to detach yourself from the world, everything seems tuned out or muted. Marks from mid-terms are going to start pouring in over the next couple of weeks; I'm not expecting anything half-decent.

And hours turn into days...

Looks like there's an engineering formal in two weeks and there's a grad one this Saturday in a far-off place.

And days turn into weeks...

Luckily, I've got enough music to last through these weeks.

Some People Just Can't Take A Hint