Blog Format Changes (Vote)

Hey guys, at least for me when I scroll down on someone's post/the front page/goddamn anywhere the site scrolls really laggy.  I think this is a result of the fact that we have like a hundred different tags, each of which acts as a link.  I'm considering removing this sidebar to see if it begets a preformance boost.  Vote yay/nay/don't cay in the comments!  Any blank responses by...iunno wednesday will count as a don't care.  SO VOTE ALL QUICK LIKE CAUSE IT'S SUPER IMPORTANT.

-Rich

P.S. If it doesn't end up changing anything, I assume I'll put it back to how it is now.

Almost 13,000 page views? Cool.

Bloggers, this post comes from an under-the-weather Rachael, so despite my hopes of matching Nicole’s amazing wit and captivating journey of a week that was definitely more interesting than mine, I will warn you that this post can do nothing except fall short.  I will be accepting flowers, money, and chocolates as well-wishing presents.

WHAT'S A FAP?!

I'LL SHOW YOU A FAP!

I just word vomited so hard on this post.

Alright, kiddies it's time for another game of "Wait...wait...don't tell me (what I did this week)" followed by the game "Actually, tell me because unfortunately my memorization of Chinese characters has pushed out my memories of the past week". Unsurprisingly, the second game is for a rather niche audience. Which is why you're here. Or maybe you're here by accident. Oh no! Did you accidentally think Derek's post was on Wednesday? Well, you can leave now, I will only disappoint you. Onwards? Onwards!

Oy Vey!

Yikes! It's 11pm and I just remembered about my blog post. I didn't realize how hard it would be to write a post while on Spring Break.  Now I understand the lack of posting these past couple weeks due to breaks.  Sadly, this will be my second week with a lackluster post, but I promise that next week will be outstanding.  And yes, this time I'll actually keep my promise.  Enjoying Spring Break so far even though I know it's moving along way too quickly already.  I have so much to do and so little time.  I've been sleeping a great deal though which is nice.  My body seems to be able to sleep more than I thought was possible.  I guess it's just compensating for all those long sleepless nights.  Hope all of you are doing well!  Talk to you next week!

- Jason

Carmen Sandiego

I'm typing this on my phone, which means it has been twenty minutes since I started typing. Expect brevity.
I haven't read Rae's last post, and I'm not going to read any posts this week, because I hate interneting on this device.
I'm currently in a San Diego motel, and many blog-worthy things have happened over the past few days, most of which I'll remember when I give you a full account next week.
I'll be talking about the following:
Three papers, thirty hours.
Yosemite from the sky.
The Famished Competitions.
High tide: Faster than you think.
La tracka.
Return to Del Taco.
Massholes.
Zooland. Er.

Audios, amigops. (Anyone get the reference?)

Are You Hungry?

Again, I didn't write this but it sort of reminds me of something Nicole would say

Hello, and welcome to my first post as a nineteen-year old.  May it be revolutionary.

 

HELLO FRIENDS AND OTHER FRIENDS.

I HAVE RETURNED!!  We're the best group of awesome people in history.  Also, most of us are sexy.  Jason and I are super sexy.  Derek is so sexy that I cannot describe it.  Too bad we have such weird looking women in this blog.  LET'S CONTINUE!

Lick It

Alright, alright. After this post I'm finally going to have to start logging throughout the week what I've been doing because as freaking always all I can remember about the week is debate. Which is really boring. Actually, maybe I just don't do anything other than debate and study (and hardly even that. Ha-ha . . . just kidding, parents, I study 8 hours every day of course). Onwards? Onwards!

Sadness.

So I guess I'm going to have to concede "most consistent blogger" to Derek.  This due to the fact that this post will be embarrassingly short.  Why will it me embarrassingly short?  Well because I've been super sick for the past two days and want to do nothing but sleep.  I wanted this post to be awesome and I even started early with a draft to help me remember what happened throughout the week.  However, I, unlike Derek, am not awesome and am not willing to blog through my sickness.  I'll see you next week with a hopefully epic post.

Love you all,

Jason

Here Comes the Sun

Last week I was wondering if Rachael was alive. Turns out, she was, and presumably still is. (Speaking of Rachael, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Yes, I have all of your birthdays, plus those of several other people, written down in my calendar. I need not use an electronic crutch for such things.) Well, this week another member of our cast has gone AWOL, although I am less inclined to think that he has died than I am to think that he simply forgot to post. Rich, please come back. We miss you.

Back from the dead.

Hey kiddos.

Before I start blogging, just so you know, all of the pictures in this blog are called Cinemagraphs and I think they're cool.  Maybe you've seen them before, but either way, enjoy.

Tea Gelato!!!!!!!

I guess I'll start this week's post by informing you that if you think it's going to give Derek's post a run for its money you will be sadly mistaken.  I simply do not have the eloquence to pull off such a well written post.  Even writing these past couple sentences takes more work than I would like.  Why do I have to try and make my statements sound interesting when I could conform to the simple model of subject-verb-object that, although making for a boring post, is oh so easy to write.  And this isn't a "I don't have time to write a 'good' post" ultimatum because as of now I am one of the two last standing to not skip a blog post, and I intend to keep it that way.  Sorry, that sounded way more sassy than I intended it to be. Actually, I intended it to be that sassy.  Deal with it.  Also, glad to see that you're alive Rachael. Having already decided on a specific topic that I was going to write about this week, it would have been a shame if you didn't get to read it as I think you'll enjoy it the most.

I wish I had time for just one more bowl of chili.

First things first: Rachael, are you alive? Or has some inexplicable force prevented your Friday post from appearing on my computer? If you have died, please let us know so that we can get on with our lives without wondering what's become of you. Thank you.

AGH

Okay, I feel awful about my posting schedule recently.  I'll fix it this weekend, I promise.  But my roommate's asleep right now.  <3

I'm either doing college really wrong, or really right.

Oh, Maine Weather...
Thy cruel mistress who teases broken spirited students with days of warmth and sun such as these. You imply future happiness, but you are wont to proffer fallacious promises. I look upon my news-feed and find status updates celebrating the clear sky and lack of wind. But how quickly your good mood shall recede. It is not in your nature to bestow gifts without cruelly snatching them back before they can be fully utilized. Alas, we must take what is given and smile up at the sun. Bask in the rays while the day is still bright, for anon we shall cry once more in the freezing rain.
Or
IT'S WARM OUT, BITCHES! GET SOME SUN WHILE YOU CAN!

It Burns a Building Down

We are almost 25% done with our lives according to current estimates, and what have we accomplished in that time?  Have we made a significant contribution to the human race? To our planet?  Probably not.  We might have made small contributions to our community, our peers, or perhaps our families.  However, the range of our impact is small at the moment.  We haven't been able to touch as many people as others that we consider role models in society.  Civil rights activists. More prevalent politicians. Owners of large corporations.  All of these people have a base of fans that look up to them as model citizens.

Are we expected to be the next generation of these important men and women, the future leaders of our generation?  Throughout our journey from elementary to tertiary school we find ourselves continually told that, yes, we are expected to be the next generation of leaders.  Pressure to be the best comes from many different places.  Our peers. Our family.  Our society as a whole.  But is the largest component of this pressure coming from ourselves?  Pressure imposed upon us by our own conscience telling us that no matter what we must find success in life.  Success not defined by us, but success defined by the society we live in.

It looks like the excitement of my artistic triumph is too much for Squidward.

Did you feel the eathquake? Only a 4. Weaksauce. It should be obvious which one of you I'm addressing here.

I'm not supposed to post today but it's David Tennant.

David Tennant on The Weakest Link!!!!  (I know that's not him below but just trust me.)

If you don't watch the whole thing (aka if you're dumb) you MUST watch starting at 6:13, there's a funny dialog between the host and Tennant. 

I may have just chipped a tooth on a pistachio shell, but otherwise life is good

Hi, all.

Sometimes life is stressful, and don’t tell me otherwise or I’ll start rattling off my never-ending to do list.  But I’m in a good mood today.  Little things put me in a good mood.  Little things probably also put me in a bad mood, but I’ll tell you that for sure when I’m in a bad mood.

But before I start in on that, I want to specially single out one Derek Satterfield because this Leap Day Voucher made me think of him/you (depending on if you are Derek or not).  It probably made me think of him because of the excessive use of footnotes, mention of 13th century Scottish laws, and the phrase “pleasantly whelmed” (as opposed to overwhelmed or underwhelmed).

THIS TITLE IS CLEVER

OH WOWIES OKAY okay...yelling...yes...that's good.  Let's do this thing