not the dryest of grand tours

but the campus is simply lovely. sprawling, hilly, with towering hulks of brick buildings and fountains everywhere, the misty rain paying the courageous albeit battle-weary bare trees a sort of homage as we forge our way through rivers and mud across the Georgia Tech campus to Hefner Hall (::snicker::). the Metro ride had been refreshingly nostalgic, Jesus is indeed a cool cat, and kudos to JCrew, this wool coat was simply amazing at keeping me warm. and a good thing, that, as our slightest puff of breath could be readily seen - they tell me it's 42 feeling like 31. aah, wind. elemental bliss as my nose tingles and my hands can't plunge deep enough in the pockets of said garment. the faint blue tinge spreading along the horizon tells me it's morningtime, so with that, i bid the harsh sunny rays a good night.

have you hugged a tech geek today?

i sure have. did i mention that jack and his roommate built their own DDR board out of wood and linoleum and have dowloaded every song ever made for the game, all of which i've just been given free reign over for the next two hours as they brave the cold for ski supplies? oh man. so far? 205 Perfect, 145 Streak on Tribal Dance (2x Speed, Trick Mode).