As I write this I'm home on spring break trying to
recover from this nastiest sore throat that I have had ever. It's lasted about two
weeks. I went to University Health Services and they really couldn't help much; they just gave me a bottle
of peroxide, made sure I didn't have strep, and called it good. I went to the
doctor today and got a whole buncha new meds that'll hopefully do the trick.
Anyhow, on times when I'm in school this is pretty much where I live, the photo
corner of the Michigan Daily where I am co-MPE. I'm really glad that we opted
to share the position because it's already pretty much a full time job as is; to have
to do it solo would be ridiculous.
This is another place where I live, the computing site
in Angell Hall. It's a great place to study because theres nowhere to nap. If I'm at
Daily there's the photo couch which is pretty comfortable despite the sucking wound you
see above. At the apt, there's a great couch for napping. I, however, cannot nap at
the fishbowl, unlike the guy seen in the picture. Take a nap and you run the risk
of mis-setting your alarm or saying "fifteen more minutes" for two more hours.
Mountain Dew is my friend and once
one of my friends brought me coffee and cookies at four in the morning. Yes, four in the
morning. Hayley speculates that it's my sleeping patterns (I get sleep, but at odd times)
and what she calls the peach ring diet that made me sick.
It's been a while since I've done a bloggy type post,
so lemme start back to just around last break. In this spot once stood William the Fifth,
a snowman that had to be at least eight feet tall. Here, Laura laments his death.
Yeah, Christmas, how old is this huh? I thought I'd stick it
in anyhow. Over at the Beach House (the name of a group of friends' apt) they decided some
ornaments of some sort, so Seth Cohen ended up on their tree.
Also ridiculously old. Hold on, we'll get to more recent stuff.
Just before last break these art school kids put on a thing down in the League Underground about
the Michiguama, a secret society at Michigan that some people allege as being racist for using
Native American headdresses and such in their ceremonies. I just like my lighting.
We weren't in any way distracting people at the fishbowl
trying to do work. At least I hope not.
Karen and Ciara try and figure out the feasibility
of figure skating moves while hanging out at Le Chateau.
Ciara told me that she didn't expect to see any
pictures from her turning 26 at Cottage Inn because she thought I'd think they
were "too cheesy.
While at Cottage Inn me and Joel stumbled upon the coolest restaurant game there is.
You take one of those birthday whistly things (like Ciara has in the picture) and you
try to blow it out and grab a straw in a cup. Try it. Guaranteed fun.
Karen at the Crows Nest learning lines with Ben for
Fiddler on The Roof, which both Karen and Ciara were in (and Troy, the keyboard guy
from the Januzzi Watchmen, played in the orchestra)
Later that day I realized Joel was sitting in the
same position as a photo I'd taken when Karen and Ben were going through lines,
so I had him duplicate it.
The people that put the Daily online come in around
midnight and stay until the paper is done and online. Sometimes they leave at 4am.
Amber and Katie
I turned 21 recently and Amber and Katie were nice enough to bring
me a cake and bring it to the Daily at midnight the second I turned 21. It was a really cool 3-layer
thing and was really tasty.
Hayley and Casey at Zas playing Carcassonne. Don't let
that smile on Casey's face fool you, Hayley's the only other person I know at Michigan that reallylikes Carcassonne.
This is a headline from the Ann Arbor News. While I am
both nimble and quick from time to time, this is actually about Jerome Bettis. Shot with a
fisheye lens.
That's it for this update. Sorry updates have been so sparse, but I keep pretty
busy these days
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