//life.

It's absurdly quiet at the moment, except for the man that just went to the bottle return at Blanchard's, and my roommate that just got something from the fridge. It's strange because it's only 9:07 pm. It's not like it's 2 am; it's a time when primetime television is on. And a time that most people are getting out of night class. But it's just odd.

And usually I don't like the quiet. Usually I find it suffocating, giving you nowhere to go, and providing you with no external stimulation outside of what's going on inside your own head. And I don't know if it's because of Ty that I haven't been able to do that, but it's nice to be ok with myself. And to be able to sit here. And enjoy my dinner. Without the tv on. Without post-rock for me to focus on or Children of Eden to sing along to.

It's just, nice.

And I know that's a terrible word choice since it's so terribly generic, but I feel like quiet is a generic thing. Just a thing that not many people take notice of.
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A girl in class tonight went to answer a question that was posed, and when asked to repeat the answer for the shear reason that the professor did not hear her response, she comments, after repeating it again and being asked to speak up again, "I don't want to repeat it, I think it's wrong". And this struck me as so funny, because the answer that she was muttering was, indeed, correct. It's amusing because this class is one of those times when you can tell the stark difference in maturity between a graduate student and an undergrad.