Coefficient of friction

Yup, I was right. This semester is going to be extremely painful if these trends continue (aayyy!). Not sure what is promting this masochistic urge, but I'm still waiting for somebody to knock some sense into me. Maybe it'll happen at tkd practice; on Wednesday I was able to celebrate not straining any tendons or muscles for the first time. John Chung'll be proud yet (and one day those belts in my closet will actually stand for something).

Got to see Bill towards the end of the week. "You are ruining this night for all of us! Come on - somebody back me up here!"











Yesterday marked another milestone, as I went to my first recreational class at the MAC. There's nothing quite like being one of the four dudes who is awkwardly trying to keep up with the rest of the class while simultaneously feeling somewhat guilty at taking a class called "Core & Stretch." It should only get exponentionally worse when I take "Abs, Back, Glutes" or "Yoga-lates" next week. Can't wait.

I sometimes wish I had somebody constantly ready to photograph me, if only to capture how incredibly idiotic I must have been watching the Olympics in A-41. I don't remember everything, but the salient features of the night seemed to involve curling as the best way to get into the Olympic Village, Peter Gabriel, tasty snacks, a hermaphroditic elephant, 33 shots of cortisone, really cool hats, Hanson, and ten drafts of a Valentine's Day email invitation that kept including the phrase "naked women."

"Hey, baby..." (tribute to Jen) (as a sidenote, I can't believe that pictures like this even exist):