Jock

I wasted half the day on campus slaving away on my Communities paper with my group. Then I tutored and went to my parents' to walk Tank. Finally around 7 I met with Julie, grabbed some pho, and studied for a few hours.

Danish and I came home at the exact same time and we walked to the apartment together from the parking lot. He was in a jolly, robust mood after having had a vigorous game of ultimate frisbee. Apparently they haven't lost a single game this season. The team is comprised of other Christian men in their 20s and 30s who enjoy playing sports. It is definitely a blessing as it serves as a great opportunity to network with other Christians. I was initially resistant to Danish's decision in joining, believing he was placing other things as priorities over me. Fortunately now I see the importance of the physical outlet and male companionship he needs; he is in a better mood, not so weary from his work day, and seemingly happy to be with me afterward. However, I did not appreciate his exuberant amusement in flinging his skanky underwear across the room at my head before hopping into the shower.

"The smell of a champion," he said. Vile!

By the way, he is growing a mustache. It's definitely coming along.