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March 27, 2004
the beard
moving can bring so much stress. i can't wait to get it all over with.
i was busy packing last night. it wasn't until past 8:30ish that i finally ran into my roommate. for a person who sleeps three meters away from my bed (with the walls removed), it's amazing how seldom we talk, much less see each other in a span of a week.
the last time i saw him was tuesday morning, and the one prior to that was friday night. i don't avoid him intentionally, but i don't go out of my way to see him either. i think he feels the same way. [you can read up on him here and here]
nonetheless, we encounter each other face to face in the hallway last night. the following is our conversation, the most we've had in weeks:
"oh, you're growing a beard!" i say in a surprise but all too innocent tone, with a twist of my usual happy mood.
"where have you been?" he says. there i was giving him a confused look of did i just miss anything?
he continues, "i've been growing it for the last month!"
"oh." i was extremely embarrassed.
i'm inclined to tell him that the beard doesn't suit him, but i bit my tongue instead. only three more days, then bye bye roommate!
anyways, i'm off with spanish chick to the symphony to see romeo & juliet. it should be a treat!
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