One of my favorite history professors, a man in his seventies who prefers to be known as El Jefe, has a book of dirty limericks. It has been circulating around the department among the seniors. I have not seen said book yet, but I look forward to the day when I do.
The ukulele was everything I hoped it would be and more. AFP says “do not practice daily,” but I just can’t keep my hands off it. I can now play Radiohead’s Creep (ON THE UKULELE).
If left for too long in the refrigerator, baby carrots will grow roots. Even in Tupperware.
I’ve been making an effort to connect with more people, mostly by saying yes to things instead of “I’m too busy.” Turns out it’s easier than I thought it would be.
My classmates are awesome: We workshopped a story about a bunch of guys who shoot up downtown Orange with a bunch of Nerf guns because of the Zombie Apocalypse, and another (super vulgar) story about Monica Lewinsky and Bill Clinton. They were both hilarious.
Casey E. Hamilton 