Think back to the first time you and your friends tried mixing all the sodas in the pop fountain. You watched each different fizz cascade into the 64 oz. Big Gulp, mesmerized as the cola-colored puddle metamorphosed into a rust-colored, guaranteed gut-buster of a beverage. You thought to yourself, "Is this a good idea?"

And if you're anything like me, you said, "What the hell," and took a sip and even as you felt your Cheetoes and chocolate milk crawling back up your throat (with just a hint of Dr. Pepper), you swore to all your friends--you swore to God--that it was the "best thing ever made, try it, you gotta try it, just try it." And in the end, after fighting back your lunch, you decided it wasn't really that bad. And you took another sip.

That's what life is like in mredison's neighborhood. Welcome.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Just when you thought you were done with me forever. . .

Oh, That Guy! Your first line of class is always a killer!

Another class, more dumb comments and repeated references to getting your $1200 worth. It seems that routine is setting in.

Got baskets on the bike today and managed my third self-stab while installing them. I've stabbed myself more days than not this week. Today's puncture involved a screwdriver. It healed fast.

I discovered one of the more obvious beauties of Madison today: the memorial union. I won't go into any descriptions (mostly because I feel embarassed not to have seen it before now). Just go there; you won't be disappointed. I spent many hours there today while studying for the LSAT.

And while I spent nine hours diagramming arguments, I dreamed of drinking a beer and checking out Airwave Epigrams, an original radio program. Czech it out.

Pics of the green Speedster with its new baskets are coming. . .
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