pizza strike

Classes began again today. Crazy. Yesterday at quad day, I was verbally battered by lots of people screaming for me and everyone around to join their clubs… every single club uses the same technique to attract people: “COME TO OUR FIRST MEETING! NEXT WEDNESDAY AT 7! FREE PIZZA!”

Unfortunately, I overdosed on pizza two semesters ago and never recovered. Therefore, I have embarked on a mission: to avoid pizza for as long as possible. I know this is sounds like a lofty goal for a college student. But that just makes it all the more challenging.

I haven’t had pizza in a while actually, but for reference, today is day 1 of the Pizza Strike. No one else seems to want to participate in a pizza strike… but it would be great to see how long someone can eat ONLY pizza (or at least pizza every day)… I don’t know which proposition is more ridiculous at college.

back to the midwest

I have been back in the midwest for just under 24 hours, and so far it has been a good mix of being sad about leaving Colorado friends+mountains, and excitement about being back here to see corn+campus+family+friends…

Last night, we went downtown, since we heard The Headlights were playing at 11. Sure enough, there they were, but a couple band members short of when I saw them opening for the Islands a few months ago. Gotta love local music… and random people drinking downtown. Except of course, in true small-town spirit, the people there were actually NOT random, and I ran into several people I knew (high school people, university people that looked familiar…)

Crowd of chill-outers.

We’re gonna see the Headlights again later this fall at Pygmalion. I’m excited.

This concert was apparently the last of a series of concerts that Noam was unaware of… afterwards we went to the downtown Cupcake bar and chilled out and had tea and a cupcake. Then broke temporarily for sleep. Today has been just a summery conglomeration of food, sitting on the quad, buying the skinny jeans I never found in Colorado Springs, biking, swimming, and a movie. Too bad I have to fit this all in one day before Noam goes on vacation.

Biking here… also ridiculous. We kept going somewhere and then realizing we were almost there. No more 50 minute bike rides to get downtown… and no giant hill to go up when I come home.

Not a real update, but awesome!

Yeah I probably should talk about the Maroon Bells trip, the Manitou Incline, or preparations to leave Colorado (happens tomorrow), but most importantly… Google Maps Japan Street View!!

And what’s the first thing I look up??

the Sannomiya butt statue, of course!