magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

drove back to providence today. i was meaning to do it in the morning, but of course i didn't get around to leaving until after two. got back here about five. no sign of chris.k or garth. walked down towards campus to see if there was still anyone around after graduation. there wasn't. tried to check my mail but couldn't get into the mailroom.

hung out in the basement of the met for a while and played piano. walked back out to my new place and sat around outside and read. left a note on the door and went to dinner. changed my note and wandered around for a bit.

ran into some architecture people on the street. who all seemed to have randomly run into each other to begin with.

walked down to the cable car to see what movies where playing, and ended up seeing the virgin suicides. which was good, but i kind of felt that it was lacking something.

after the movie i walked back up wickenden and there were some lights on in our place. rung the doorbell (which actually turned out to be the doorbell for the second floor apartment, even though it's next to our mailbox) and came upstairs.

chris helped me move all my stuff in (garth had left for his cross-country, summer road trip while i was watching the movie). how exactly did i end up with all this stuff? and i don't even have everything that i'd like to have here.