The Rainbow called...

Today, after months of debating and rationalizing, I finally broke down and purchased another pair of Rainbow sandals. After ruining three pairs due to water damage, I wised up and bought the smooth leather sandals (which are water resistant). My wallet is a little lighter, but that should aid the bounce that I'll have in my step when I finally put on my new kicks (shout-out to Sarah).


The rest of this blog will be buffet style... except I'm the one making your plate. So, with much to choose from, here are a few things that I've thrown together to fill you up. It's been awhile, so tuck a napkin into your shirt and keep the Pepto-Bismol close (incase your body reacts to this blog in the same way that it reacts to Imperial China Buffet)

Team Spirit Tour

On September 13th, The Sweetheart Gang (minus one member, but adding two new members), made our way to Cleveland to see Sufjan Stevens. In a word: heavenly. Seeing Sufjan earlier in the summer was great, but seeing him by myself didn’t compare to experiencing the concert with people I love who happen to really love Sufjan. And witnessing the girls melt over his vocals was pretty great too. Many fond memories were made that night. It was really good to see Dan. I miss that guy so much-- he's such a phenomenal man. I'm so blessed to have him as a brother and I really can't say enough good things about him. The evening concluded with getting our merch autographed (by both Sufjan and Dan). Good times!


Strong bones, weak stomach...

Several weeks ago, some of my friends and I stopped at Tim Hortons on the way home from Wal-Mart. Earlier in the night Chris Escueta said that he could drink a half-gallon of milk, after seeing me do it while we shopped (I had to wash down my cinnamon roll). Overly confident, Chris said: "I could do it in a half hour." To which I replied: "Then do it." Being a man, he couldn't step down. So he ordered a bear claw at T. Hortons and got to drinking. After a quarter gallon, he began to act as if he was drunk-- no joke. The more milk he consumed, the more delirious he became. The whole situation was just sad. The peer pressure was intense! Guys were questioning Chris' masculinity and threatened to think less of him if he didn't finish. Long story short: he didn't finish the milk, but he did throw up twice in the bathroom (he managed to cover most of the floor and a little bit of his shirt with barf).

The Tim Hortons incident was worsened by the fact that we brought in outside food and beverages. I went as far as to ask the guy behind the counter to warm up my Pop Tarts. Being a kind guy, and because I asked very nicely, he gladly microwaved them (NOTE: there is a misprint on wrapper's heating instructions. 3 seconds should read 30 seconds). So Tim Hortons only sold us a bear claw and a muffin, which were promptly returned to them. A bad deal if you ask me.


Say Cheese

Caroline and I went to Robinson on Saturday afternoon with no idea what we were in for. We began at Ikea, with two rules: (1) we could only buy candles if they were for John Magee and (2) we could only talk to strangers if they talked to us first. As we browsed, I turned around and noticed this special gentleman (in his early thirties) sitting on an awkward wicker basket. I shook my finger at him and gave him a look of disapproval (much like a parent would give a child). He began to talk to me and ask me questions, which was a little odd... I went with it though, and quickly made a new friend: fascinating!

Drained from meeting new people and shopping for poor quality furniture, we decided to go to Fat Burger. I opted for the King Burger (1 1/2 lbs. of meat and your picture is placed on the wall). The food, as always, was choice. Unfortunately, the consumption of my mound of meat was complicated by a bun that could not stand up to the grease that was oozing from the three hamburger patties held within it. The bun looked a little something like this: imagine an entire Kindergarten class sick with runny noses (go with me). Now instead of each child using their own tissue, they all share the same one. My bun looked like that tissue after it's 35th use. And I enjoyed every bite! Should you be at Fat Burger anytime soon, look for the picture of the brightly dressed guy giving a thumbs and the caption: "Like BUTTAH."


Well, I must be getting to bed now... I have to wake up early for a dentist appointment. As much as I want to get the huge hole in my tooth filled, I'm honestly going to miss it. Poor dental health has created a great solidarity between myself and the people of the Ohio Valley Region.

**This blog is dedicated to my good friend Carrie. I’m look forward to our study time.

Also, did you have "Book-It" in Washington? If not, it's an elementary school program that rewarded reading with pizza. After reading five books, a student would get a free personal pan pizza from Pizza Hut-- pretty sweet! I think we should apply the same system to our study habits. How does pizza after ever 5 hours of study together sound (that's combined hours... I get hungry every 2 1/2 hours)? Let me know what you think, buddy.