The front wheel of my bike has finally been stolen. I had spent the night on south campus and when I came back today around noon, I checked my bike like I always do. No front tire—and, strangely enough, I smiled. I don’t know why it made me so happy. Maybe it was because I built the anticipation of bike theft so high, or maybe it was because my bike looked so hilariously awkward without its front tire—whatever the reason, I laughed and busted out my cell phone to shoot a picture.

I’m waiting for the washing machines on our floor to be free. I have inexplicably filled my laundry basket in only a few days here, so I need to do laundry. In the meantime, I am experiencing the fantastic auricular stimulation that is The Arcade Fire.

I still can’t bring myself to drop math. I didn’t buy the textbook, I pay only half attention during lectures, and I don’t even know what the homework is. I’m not taking it seriously because I know I’m dropping it—I just can’t do it. Because once I do it, I did it. That just sounded really stupid, but that’s my reason.

I’m so happy being back on campus. This quarter is already infinitely better than last. One of my New Year’s resolutions was to get out more, get more involved. So, I’ve been spending a lot of time on south campus meeting new people—and it’s seriously one of the best changes I could have made. I feel so at home there, and even though I thought I felt home here in Lincoln, I’m not so sure anymore. I’m also renewing my dedication to running club. Last quarter I went to every practice for the first few weeks, but then it began to conflict with other things and eventually I wasn’t going at all. But now I’m back.

My chia pet is still nameless, but the board we had placed outside our room for name suggestions has filled up nicely. I still like Frederick best—it just looks so much like a Frederick!

Tomorrow marks the first full week of classes. I’m pretty pumped for econ H271, mostly because the professor is, in my mind, Richard Gilmore. He’s wildly passionate about economics, and the other students in the class are incredibly eager to devour the material. I’ve never seen anything like it. I’m actually a bit intimidated by how quickly a few people seemed to acclimate to the class, because I was so lost. The syllabus for this class, by the way, is 41 pages.

…41 pages!