Meteors at 4:30am

It's 4am and I'm puttering away. I'm a bit too tired to write, but the meteor shower is supposed to be brilliant around 4:30-5:30. I's supposed to be a wonderful, not to be missed experiance, and so I want to see it. I'm crazy enough to stay up. I don't have class until 12 tommorow (well, bio. But bio doesn't count, I don't go anymore). So I'm sitting awake at 4am, listeing to Uncle Cracker's "In a Little While", while my roomates sleep. It's rather peaceful. This whole month has been quite an interesting experiance. It's taught me a lot, I think, and it's only half over. I've grown accustomed to these late nights, staying up till two or three and waking up at 7:30. I've learned that i can handle a lot of things at once, I can indeed do it. It's a nice feeling. This is a sort of hazy entry, I know, but I'm in a hazy, comfortable mood.

Meteor update

So I stayed up till 5.30am last night (morning?) to see the metero showers. And what did I see? Nothing. A big, fat nothing. I came downstairs at 5.3, and was surprised to see my friend Avigayil at the front door. Apparently she had woken up for the thing. So out we went, peering up at the sky, hoping to see sometihng. According to the security guard, last meteor shower they had been able to see in the city, depsite the lights and the pollution. So, we were hoing. To no avail. I kept sort of hallucinating that i saw something, but I don't think I really did. Finally, Avigayil and I went back inside, sort of dejected. The security guard suggested we turn on the news, see what was happeneing with it. So off we went to the tv room. I've never been in the tv room - I never have the time, and it's always being watched by people who want to watch Dawson's Creek and the like. So i had no idea how to turn the thing on. We had to call the security guard, who, laughing at us, turned it on for us. We flipped for a minute, saw some irritatingly awake people talking about sun and good mornings, flashed by a picture of Osana Bin Laden, and found a weatherman. OMG, that weatherman was on something. He kept saying "there's a full mooooon out, a full moooon." He probably figured that at 5.30 in the morning, no one was watching, and he could be as silly as he wanted. Anyway, he said that optimum viewing time in the city was 5.40. We checked our watches. 5.45. In a mad dash, we scrambled outsisde, eyes peeling the sky - but to no avail. NO meteors. In a fit of brilliance, we ran inside and egged the guard to let us up onto the roof (it's locked), but she refused, claiming that there were video cameras up there and she would get in trouble. We finally admitted defeat, and went to bed.

So. Ne meteors, but it was hella fun. And now I'm tired, and have to write my paper so I can go see Jonathan Carroll tonight! Whee!