Books and Basho

I'm finally finished with my first final. January is a crazy month at Princeton. At times it feels like there's a ton of work crammed into a short time, and at other times it feels like a smidgen of work spread out over weeks. At any rate, I'm finally about done, with physics on monday and Japanese on tuesday.

Reading period and the time leading up to my math final have been amazing, though. I've been mad productive (for the most part) all day long, but after midnight or so, I've been up late making WaWa runs, watching movies, playing foosball, and just chilling out in general, surrounded by a wicked awesome group of people. The biggest contributer to my slightly wacky sleep schedule must be sumo, though.

For the past week straight, I've been watching the sumo basho on Japanese TV from 2:30 to 4:00am, and hardly understanding a word. A few of my friends have a fantasy league, pick squadrons, and actually know enough about sumo to make it meaningful. It just cracks me up every night, when I stop for a second and think about the fact that it's the middle of the night, I'm hanging out with a bunch of nerds watching a random sport in a language that none of us know. The highlight, however, was the night that, after basho, we played with some liquid nitrogen that our in-house chemical engineer somehow came to obtain. Nothing like fooling around with a potentially hazardous substance in the wee hours of the morning during finals week.

Isn't college the best?