I have to say, being 23 doesn’t feel vastly different from being 22. Which could be a good or a bad thing, depending on how one looks at it.

I had a rather frantic morning, trying to finish off loose ends for Arabic. I don’t know why, but I have a hard time making out the words in the dialogues on the DVD that comes with out book. The Egyptian ‘jim’ presents additional challenges. My grandparents took me out to lunch, which was nice. Another thai restaurant, this one 18th St. Clearly somebody was listening to my last comment about parking: it wasn’t nearly so easy this time, particularly the parallel parking bit. The miniature cake was a nice touch too.

For the afternoon, had to do some reading and pack up the stuff that I just sold on eBay. All those boxes I collected last semester are finally coming in handy, and I’m looking forward to the closet space. Really, I am. I’m also looking forward to some spaghetti for dinner, just as soon as I finish this article.

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Oh, and thank you Stanford, for the reminder that you’re terminating my e-mail account there. So folks, please don’t send your e-mail to <me> @stanford.edu any more. Now could I please have my diploma? (Apparently not, as diplomas are only issued in June. Since I missed last June, I’ll have to wait for this one)