To Seeing the Invisible

Turned down Porter Robinson, turned down Shattuck Down Low, turned down 900 Greyson to get shit done. I can't really explain it, but I just need to have these days some time. I can never explain why.. I can never tell if it's the synthetic hum of instructional machines, the sterile fluorescent tube lighting of underground Soda Hall, or that fact that tonight I've joined the ranks of Friday night coders that makes this place so gratifying. I guess some questions are never answered..

These feelings usually never get me, but damn...seeing PDA in Soda hall was like a stab in the heart. Here I was on a Friday afternoon, heading towards office hours, recently refused to go to Davis with my friends so I can "study". I guess the haven of antisocial-ness that I believed to be Soda Hall is now false sentiment... But one thing is for sure, I know my code will always love me :)