Monday, 10.04pm

Pakistan beat Sri Lanka, thoroughly.

However, Mathangi "Maya" Arulpragasam a.k.a. M.I.A., a Sri Lankan, produces catchy fusion music that I listen to.

I slept through all my classes today.

I did nothing productive over the weekend except tweak my resume a little and do laundry. But I don't really consider laundry a productive activity. It's a necessity, like peeing.

Oh I also worked, unenthusiastically, for catering. I'm getting too old for this.

My boss from CNN has not yet sent me my recommendation letter.

I’m currently procrastinating.

My class, Jewish History and Literature, is interesting, contingent, however, on the multitudinous reading involved. Again, I’m procrastinating.

Walk of Life by the Dire Straits is playing on my iTunes. It’s getting me pumped, in a very 80’s sort of way.

I realized today that I have one of the better views on campus: Bashford 1st floor facing Thomson, a lovely little part of campus (often augmented by the sun-bathing Bashford girls). I ruminated, however, that the Bashford 3rd floor room at the beginning of the hallway facing not only Thomson, but also Welch Lawn and the City Hall spire, must have the best dorm room view on campus. There’s a big tree in the way though. Actually, Ham-Will 3rd floor rooms facing downtown have a pretty great view too.

I want a great view in the real world.

Thomson store has been stocking Fuze Low Carb fruit drinks, which are in high demand and, I will confess, good. However, I wish they had a thicker consistency, more like the Orange Mango Nantucket Nectar you get at Chipotle.

I haven’t been able to watch Bourne Ultimatum yet, but I really want to. And it’s really starting to get to me. The problem is that the headlights on Matt’s car are broken resulting in the bizarre dynamic in which if I borrow it, I must return before sundown lest I tempt Delaware’s ever-vigilant traffic police. I missed the Bourne Ultimatum at the Strand, where I could have walked.

I’m going to go get a bacon-three-cheese from Welch.

I'm back with an important lesson: the grill at Welch closes at 9.30pm. I ordered a sub though, which will be delivered in about 20 minutes to my room. Good stuff.

“I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.”

Dorm life at Ohio Wesleyan is a comprise. In return for a clean bathroom, one forgoes air-conditioning; independent living is stymied by the roommate; a kitchen in the basement is conceded, sleeping with a girl is discouraged.

Bashford Hall in particular is, architecturally, not as brazenly uninviting as Smith but humbly unremarkable in its own right. In fact, only Stuyvesant with its bell spire and red-bricked courtyard can boast any aesthetic ambition. Given the antique quaintness (Elliot Hall) and medieval grandeur (University hall) of the academic buildings, the dorms seem to be transient structures, serving as ad-hoc accommodations predestined for demolition.

However, dear readers, the more perceptive of you (i.e. of course, all of you) will accuse me of unjustified petulance, of even bad-temper. The dorms are of necessity an exercise in conciliation: their dynamics were crafted to lubricate the transition into the real world of taking out the trash and washing dishes that envelope us all the in slings and arrows of apartment dwelling. Their physical demeanor is superfluous to their function: Harvard and Georgetown dormitories look like the diarhetic excrements of the institutions' academic edifices.

Yet taken as a whole, moving back into the dorms after two years in a fraternity has been soothing, relaxing. I once again have food points, and, therefore, access to a resurrected OWU dinning experience; toilet paper is ever present, and the hallways are devoid of the weekend’s extravagances. Life, the process of living, is a non-entity.

So what does one conclude, dearest of readers, about the dorms? If you walk into your room and there is a desk, bed, and, most importantly, toilet paper, rejoice. 'Roti, Kapra, Makaan' was Bhutto’s slogan, ‘Food, cloth, and a place to live.”

I just wish I could smoke in here.