A Week of Firsts.

I know I swore I would never mention weather again, but with the climate confusion that has been this week, it seemed like an appropriate way to start this post. One word: HOT. For those who know me, I am not a fan of this word. I want rain and coldness all the time, that its a wonder University of Washington didn't accept me. Anyways, its just pushing 85 degrees around here and I am already over it and ready for Christmas! Though I must say, it does make biking a whole lot more pleasant. Well, until you feel yourself turn into a lobster and break into a sweat as you rush to class. But just around 5:47 pm, with a slight westward breeze--thats the sweet spot.

I did combat the "heat" this morning by venturing to a new part of campus; the swimming pool. To avoid others from being blinded by my white as winter legs, I woke up at 6:30 AM (!!!) to get there first thing in the morn. Apparently everyone else had this same idea, because it was quite full! But I stayed in my lane labeled "SLOW" (if that's not an ego-killer I don't know what is), and enjoyed my lap swimming. Gotta say, I'm just a littttle out of shape in the free-style department, seeing as how I haven't swam for reals in about, eh, 3 1/2 years. Baby strokes, baby strokes. Getting up so early (how did I used to do this every day?!) has made today drag on and on and on. Nothing a good giving in to my caffiene addiction can't fix!

Today must have been a week of firsts, because I also stepped foot in the library for the first time this year. I know, before my parents hang their heads in shame, I just always thought it would be too quiet for me. But due to ever-present knocks on my door and unknown noises from the hallway, it was my last resort. Actually a pleasant little place. I seated myself in front of a happy little window letting in lots of light and got some work done! I may even have to go back! Imagine that.

This week my bike did not experience any more colissions, but I did partake in a rather physically demanding activity-hopping a fence. A very TALL fence with metal spokes at the top. Now before everyone else hangs their heads in shame...I was peacefully running laps around the track of the football stadium, when I see a security guard locking up the gates. Surely he'll leave one open for me, I think to myself. Well, after circulating the track for the final time it became clear that this was not so. So I did what any person would do; I hopped the 15 foot fence. At night. With no footholds. Oy. (Video footage may or may not have been taken).

The last thing I'll leave you with is a laugh. My Pscyhology TA's laugh, to be precise. He laughs at the most inappropriate times, with the most outrageous noise I have ever heard. Imagine if someone were to stab a goat multiple times at a medium tempo speed. Only then would you experience the noise I have to hear day in and day out. At the most inappropriate times.