Swing of Things

Given that I've been here for 3 months now, I'd like to believe that life has fallen into a comfortable rhythm. The truth of the matter however, is that it has not. Certainly, one never gets used to retching one's guts out on a regular basis. Got to watch the drinking. 16 shots a night is not good for one's dignity, finances or liver.

Happy Halloween everyone!

Cabin in the Woods

At the invitation of Mrs Thomas and Lynn, we headed down to this charming cabin down in the woods of Brown County over last weekend. With an amazing home-cooked lunch that came in the form of lasagna, roast beef, potato gratin and freshly-baked buns waiting for us when we arrived, this had to be the best meal I've had in the longest time(subjectively- in light of the crappy life of a college student in the midwest.)



















The countryside here is strangely alluring. While pastoral landscapes never fail tom calm one's nerves, the woods and the occasional gunshots are strangely... appealing.

Welcome to Foster Shea

So this is what Foster Shea looks like. And that's what we do at 4 am in the morning when the entire floor comes back intoxicated and not so sane, more often than not back only because all the parties in town have been busted by cops (Do notice the 2 very drunk boys in the background of the picture). Welcome to college life in a small town. No zouk, no mos, no attica, no arena, no clinic, not even the faintest whiff of an establishment like timbre. Just 200 sweaty bodies packed into the same house and getting high on keystone light.

Nasty really.




On an entirely different and unrelated tangent altogether,