Feel It In My Bones

Basically I can start by telling you that this blog post is going to be short.  Why is it going to be short you might ask.  Well, because I've been the busiest I've ever been.  The combination of fraternity stuff + academics is quite the workload, and I simply don't have the time to sit here and write a novella for you folks as much as I may want to.

I guess we'll start with a little blurb on events last week.  I decided to drop my P.E. course, which seems extremely weird considering I was just raving about it last week.  I realized that with my current class schedule, in regards to the intensity combined with the inconvenient times, there is simply no way I could handle it.  I know it may seem like I'm wimping out, but I don't believe so.  Generally, Kevin keeps me in check on whether I'm being a wimp or not.  Kevin has no reservations about calling out my laziness, but he agreed that it was too tough for me.  So yeah, Kevin telling me I'm making good decisions always cheers me up; I think anyone would.

Other than that I haven't really done much this week.  We have our new pledge class, 12 of them to be exact. I like them all, I think it will be a fun semester in that department.  I've been doing shitloads of work.  Taking a bunch of technical courses is really draining on the mind, especially when they early in the morning.  Cole and I just got our mail beginning with what was sent to us at the start of first semester. Apparently they gave us the wrong box number so we weren't getting any of our mail the entire first semester.  I'm sure Cole appreciated the stale gingerbread cookies, the advent calendar, and the note addressed to...Derek.  Yes, note addressed to Derek.  Don't know how that happened.

One of the cool/intimidating things that my chem class does is a student formulated lab.  In the last 5 weeks of instruction, lab groups (2 people, I love my lab partner she's awesome.  Also, coincidentally best friends with Delara's suite-mate)  set up their own lab of choice and try to experimentally determine the answer to a question posed earlier in the semester.  The lab's are quite advanced if I look at past semesters, and thus the "cool-ness" of this project is overshadowed by its intimidating amount of work.  My lab partner and I are thinking of trying to determine the amount of protein in varying fruits.  Good idea? Bad idea?  Any other ideas you want to vicariously try?

Lastly, all of our pledges have to interview all of the brothers to get to know them better. This semester we are requiring that the interview be more of an activity interview.  I don't know what I'm going to do.  I was thinking of going on a run, but that isn't really representative of me, I just thought it might be fun.  Also, I thought maybe I could require them to learn a simple harmony on the piano of one of our fraternity's song.  That might be too hard though.  So basically I don't what I'm going to do and I'm coming to you for help.  What should i do!?!?!?!


Ok, that's all for today.  Sorry its short but I got to work on my formal lab report and go to a club meeting so I can hopefully teach some elementary school kids chemistry.  Also, this is funny.

Peace and Blessin's,

Jason

Oh, also, for Nicole, they mentioned Bates in one of my chem textbooks!

It's not your aptitude but your attitude which will determine your altitude.

The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
Well, okay. To be honest, upwards of two thousand college students remember it. Vividly.
As you may recall, I wasn't exactly having the time of my life last week, and this was due to the inconvenient sickness that I had acquired, that which we call gastroenteritis. Spanning the time between Saturday the 21st and, oh, about Wednesday the 25th, Middlebury College found itself engulfed in something of an epidemic. Of the thirty or so distance runners (including both genders), the number of unaffected was either two or three; I cannot remember precisely and for that I apologize. But you get the idea. Basically, this thing took over the school and showed no mercy. Even after my recovery I had to hunt for toilets that had not been victimized to the point of being rendered almost useless for those who wanted to use them in the usual way.

Snow at the Beach

As usual, I’m starting this way too late to be actually inventive and witty.  But it was an interesting week, so I’ll do my best at this late hour (23:46 EST).

OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING

I sing that song every morning in the shower, but somewhat quietly.  IT'S TRUE, REED FRIENDS.  LISTEN TO ME WHILE I SHOWER!
Okay let's go!

Things actually happened this week.

Today I was in my dorm room thinking about how I had to-- I mean got to write a blog post. I was wracking my brain trying to remember what I had done in the past week. In utter frustration, I spoke aloud to my roommate. "I cannot for the life of me remember what I did this past week" I cried out to Lydia. And to my utter amazement, she responded with a description of what I had done recently. Best Roommate Ever.

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

This whole day I've been wondering what to write for this blog post.  And now it is 10:43pm and I am just beginning my adventure into Blogland to attempt at creating an entertaining post for you devoted readers.  You may be thinking, "Only 10:43? That's early. I go to bed at *insert late time here*."  I can't blame you for thinking this because I probably would have thought it myself last semester.  However, 10:43 is quite late for me.  I was not aware that my out-of-state friends had no idea what classes I am taking or what my schedule looked like.  It simply didn't cross my mind that my friends, separated by hundreds of miles, did not have the capabilities to read my mind.  So my first plan of action is to amend this by explaining just how much my schedule sucks this semester.

The second theory was that the illness was a curse from the cry of a wronged he-goat.

According to Wikipedia, "Gastroenteritis is associated with many colloquial names including: "Montezuma's revenge", "Delhi belly", "la turista", and "back door sprint" among others."

The college health center recently sent out a school-wide e-mail informing us that many cases of gastroenteritis have cropped up. Including mine. The last few days have been the most miserable that I can think of. I will not disgust you with the details, even though I kinda want to. If Wikipedia is to be believed, and if my memory is correct, this is the same thing that Rachael had in India, and it's also what Zachary Taylor died of. But that was a long time ago. The point is, I don't have the energy to type out the story of my week today. Next week I'll fill you in on what it's like to ski on the east coast (i.e. what it's like to go to the hockey rink with skis rather than skates) and what it's like to run a three kilometer race on a 160 meter track (i.e. what it's like to run a race that's 18.75 laps long). Actually, I won't fill you in on those next week, because I just did this week. Neither experience was much fun. Nor is my current state of health. I will now go wallow in self-pity some more.

Atlases, Austen, and Ancestors- What More Could a Girl Want!?

Hello, and welcome to 2012 and the best blog of this apocalyptic year.

I am referring to our collective blog, not this particular post.  I know my post will fall behind some of the Austens, Mitchells, Woolfs, and Brontës of our group (yeah, I picked all female writers for a reason.  Ovaries rock.), but I’m comfortable with sitting in the back of the pack blissfully unaware of all the grammatical and social faux pas I commit.  I am the college student who crochets and gets good grades.  I have not been to a club, I have not started smoking or drinking (well, the occasional soda hath passed my lips, a dietary choice I regret deeply), and I go to bed only slightly later than I did in high school.

HELLO EVERYONE DID YOU MISS THE YELLITUDE?!

You know what?  I missed all y'all.  I'm glad we got to see each other over break (except Rachael, who must have inexplicably lost my number and not known who was texting her).  I kid, I kid.  Now that all of my abuse has gotten out of the way (All of it?  Who are we kidding.), let's kick some ARSE!!!!!11!!11!!!1!!!!shiftone!!!!11!!

A Very New Year, A Fairly Similar Nicole

Ah, how good of you to come here and see me.  But alas! I didn’t expect you! I look like such a mess, pixels all disheveled and tossed everywhere! My layout is usually tidier than this. But we must carry on. Onwards? Onwards!

 It’s 2012, the start of a new year, and you will all be smugly satisfied (you heartless bastards) in knowing that I have already broken all three (count them, three!) new year’s resolutions. How, might you ask, did this happen? Ah, my curious noodles, you will find out in just a moment’s time.

Back With A Vengeance

Or at least I wish I was back with a vengeance.  After Derek's phenomenal post yesterday, there really isn't much to look forward to.  I had so many ideas for this post and how great it was going to be and then my hopes and dreams were CRUSHED like when a person with anger management takes a pestle to a mortar.  How's that for a simile.  I think it competes with the, "Her eyes were ovals, like circles of dough gently squeezed by the touch of a thigh-master."  Or however that simile goes.  Rich knows what I'm talking about.  *Figuratively making that awkward double handed point into the crowd to make that one inside joke so only you and that one person can laugh while everyone else shifts uncomfortably*  Did I mention you should read Derek's post?  It's really good.  Better than mine. Go! GO!

The last time anybody made a list of the top hundred character attributes of New Yorkers, common sense snuck in at number 79.

There comes a time once in every runner's life when he forgets what it is like not to be acquainted with the sport. More specifically, there comes a time once in every runner's life when he forgets what it is like not to be acquainted with people who wear very short shorts and think that it's perfectly normal. And for those not aware, I ought to inform you that I am using a very liberal definition of the word "once." But more on that in a minute. We're taking the chronological route for this one.