I slept too much last night. I’m still tired.
I had a fight with Nick last night. I hate fighting with people. It makes me feel like a horrible person. Our arguments always have the same undertones. I mention how everyone at work adores him; he mentions my fellowship and academic success. I guess he doesn’t realize that I’d give it all up to be as happy-go-lucky as he is.
We explored the Stanford shopping mall today. It was beautiful. I can’t comprehend what it must be like to grow up in Palo Alto. I wonder if the kids here realize how lucky they are. In high school I hung out at Southpark, a mall that was trying desperately to kick out no-name shops like Little Professor Books and Woolworth’s. Here, kids can cruise past beautiful fountains in front of Tiffany’s. I wonder what kind of salary I’d have to make to live comfortably in this area. Turns out the government pay scale here is only a few hundredths of a percentage more than the scale in Houston. I could work for NASA out here, and make the same amount of money but live in a much more expensive area. That doesn’t seem to make much sense.
Emily (my new friend from Utah) is raving about The Sopranos, which is on TV tonight. I’ve never seen it, but I suppose I’ll head over and watch it with her.
