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Prologue Part 2

September 20, 2009   Hola hola everyone!  How are you?  I'm fine, thank you.  A little about me, you ask? (...and if you didn't ask, I'm going to tell you anyway).  Well, I hail from the Land of 10,000 Lakes (there's actually something like 20,000, but who's counting?) in a suburb a short walk away from the St. Paul side of the Twin Cities.  I was really sad I missed the State Fair this year.  But I quickly got over my lack of eating everything-on-a-stick when I stepped back on campus this August.  The sun was shinning, the grass was green, the first-years were frolicking.  It's going to be a good year.

If there's three things you should know about me, it's that I like sports, music, and the anterior cingulate cortex. I also like to write journals on occasion for whoever would like to read them.  A few possible topics for the upcoming semester:

  • My classes: Cellular Neurobiology, Organic Chemistry II, Modern Algebra, and Murder, Madness, and Mayhem (a 19th century Russian literature writing-intensive course).  I'm not quite sure if I will make it out of the semester alive, but as long as I'm still breathing without assistance, I'll write a bit about my classes.
  • Sporting events: My fall tennis season comes to a conclusion in just two weeks, but there's a still a lot of matches to be played before then.  I also like to cheer on our soccer, volleyball, and (potentially over .500?) football teams.
  • Musical events: There's always something going on in Wellin, the Barn, or the Annex.  And when I need a diversion from the massive amount of work, I'll be there.
  • Suite stuff: My suitemates and I do some cool things.  At least we think they're cool things. 
  • Food Fetishes: My ode to the Opus cookie is long overdue.  My poem for the Pup popcorn is just dying to be written.
  • Randomness: I'll most likely be writing these journals while listening to my Pandora station, which is currently a mix of musicals, Spanish pop music, and Disney-machine produced "music."  So if a journal entry ever has a random quote from Evita in it, you'll know why.
That is all.  For now.