Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Carter, Reagan, Bush and Clinton.

It's finals week. Which means, you guessed it, Midnight Breakfast in the dining halls tonight and tomorrow night!

"New medical study suggests you should run. Run! It's too late for us. Save yourself, the report concludes."

Hey folks. This week's theme is about how I've been appreciating the arts in different ways than I usually do. And then perhaps branching out from there about life in general, as my posts tend to do. But let's go ahead and get this party  small gathering of friends started.

There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.

It's been a relatively uneventful week. No class last Monday or Tuesday for Fall Break, but back at it now. No race last Saturday either. The post-season starts this Saturday with NESCACs, for which I am very excited. No, that doesn't quite do it. I haven't been this excited for a race since the California State Championships in 2010.

"When there's nothing left to burn... you must close down your incinerator plant."

What up, my droogs? Let's start with a re-cap of today, because it is the most recent day that has happened and therefore is fresh in my memory. Onward? Onward!