Ahh. . .the wonderment that is Beer. That's our topic for the moment, ladies and gents, and I've an equation for you. 0 food for 2 days+3 pints of beer is about an hour (give me a break, Hans, I was like, 10 minutes behind. . .and I beat Michael, so that counts)+4 hours of sleep+2 hours in a car= does anyone know the answer? It is, strangely enough, a concept that I will call "The Delayed Hangover". Not until after theatre rehearsal did I start to get the typical hangover symptoms, and now they are in full-bloom, a good, what, 5 or 6 hours after I woke up. Someone who drinks lots explain it to me. So this morning in the car on the way home, I thought about transferring to Purdue. Honestly gave it a serious thought. I'd still be in the Big 10, which is important to me :) and I'd be around people that are, well, easy to be around. You boys at AGR really know how to run the place! I never feel out of place around you guys, never shy or awkward or like I'm not pretty enough, because you don't care. At least, not in me, you don't. It's interesting to observe the frat boy in the daytime, or on a non-party evening. Quite different and altogether lovable. But then when I pulled into B-town, I realized that I could never leave here. This place is my home, man, and it's gonna be home for a while, I think. Even if I prefer the people at Purdue, I could never leave the trees, the sky, the open spaces of Bloomie. (quick disclaimer: this is not to say I don't LOVE with all my heart my friends here at IU, it's just I get along better with strangers at Purdue) Bloomington is the ideal college town, even an ideal Indiana small town, once you look past the University. Not quite God's country, but pretty damn close. It doesn't feel like a city. West Lafayette sort of seeps into your skin, makes you sticky and full. Bloomie does the opposite, at least for me. Bad things don't happen in Bloomington, unless, of course, lately, you head on over to Memorial Stadium or Assembly Hall. But even that can disappear once you step outside. All that grey-black negativity is absorbed by the sky, leaving you light. Home. This is the real reason that I interviewed to be an Orientation Leader. I love my school, and I love this town, (I love this bar! Damn song. Greg, I blame you because I know it) and I want to share that enthusiasm with everyone who comes here. I WANT TO BRING BACK THE WORDS TO THE FIGHT SONG, DAMMIT! Not just the "Go IU, fight, fight, fight!" part, but all of it. I want people to know the words. School pride fills me, to the point of exploding, and I know I will be a Hoosier forever, even if I do go to Ireland for a year, which I hope to do. Sigh. I hope to find a home there too, like I have found here. I think I'm gonna get a different skin for the blog. The stars are kinda freakin me out a lil bit. Too much motion. In the ocean. Whatever. Starting to enter the head spinning stage, must take a nap. I'll tell you about my plan to rush a fraternity later. Kisses!