A countdown of utmost import

Do you remember on my post 5 hours ago that I was looking for productive ways to entertain myself. It turns out that i have found it... I will become a prolific blogger; this is one step away from a prolific facebooker. It is a disease which is found on the long arm of the 14th chromosome, this was recently mapped at the U of M (a big breakthrough which has us well on our way to becoming the top 3 public research institute in the world).

On the topic of facebooking (this gerund form indicates that "to facebook" is now a verb) there is a very special day coming up soon. It is the much anticipated one year anniversary of my membership with the good ol' facebook. And to commemorate this joyous occassion I will provide for you, my loyal readers, a countdown. This countdown will highlight the progression of my facebook journey to the perfection that is my current profile.

Day 9: On a fateful winter's eve, nigh one year ago, I did the unthinkable. Everyone said it wouldn't be done. I gave in to the peer pressure which was taking campuses across the nation by storm. It was all downhill from there. I endured endless mockery by my non-facebook friends for giving in and also was berated by my facebook friends who had said it was only a matter of time and now gloated.

Alcohol Bad, Cookies Good!

Back by popular demand from the ladies in the triple... the fabulous word stylings from me. Be prepared to be wowed and dazzled with my superb grasp on the English language. Today's topic, much like other blogs across the nation I am sure:

Finals are Over
How Anticlimatic

No doubt this "essay" will far surpass the ones that I wrote yesterday. After taking my first ever essay test in the History of the Holocaust my hand was in a state of complete agony. It was sore the entire day. As Katie so aptly pointed out, us science kids really only know the circular motion, that is the filling out of the bubble sheet. Thus a two hour essay test put my hand into a state of "dystonia"-thank you Elizabeth.

My agony aside, am I the only one who feels that after you emerge from your last final that there should be a peal of bells from Anderson Hall or Rarig (I still have yet to figure out where those bells come from on the West Bank) and I should emerge from the classroom radiant and beaming and jumping for joy? Alas, this is never how it happens. Instead, I am in a worse mood than I was before and my one desire is to go home and crash. I think it may have to do with the fact that my body and mind are working constantly for 4 months and then... nothing. Thus I am having a hard time figuring out what to do with myself. I have a nagging suspicion all the time that I SHOULD be doing something and I don't much like that. So in an effort to pass the time, I went out and made friends with José Cuervo.

A good time was had by all (I can really only speak for myself but I know it was a pretty hot time) and if you are so inclined can find some pretty great quotes from last night on Eli's Blog. Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out...