It’s approaching the day of love. Or, as the optimistic single calls it, “A Day of Opportunities.” I like to call it “Dateless Day 1/365.” No, no, I’m not bitter like your average half-empty glass of lemonade. I’ve just learned from experience not to hope for the unlikely.
Anyway. I’ve pretty much for sure hit the point at where I decide about moving to East Campus. The decision is still “no”. It could be a good opportunity, but I’m reluctant to go there without any guy friends around to hang out with, learn from, etc. Room signups for my dorm are tomorrow, and I’m currently planning to sign up for my same spot.
Eh. I went to a Chinese New Year’s Part on Sunday night. The actual new year in China occurred back on Friday. It’s the year of the goat/sheep/ram.
