Moving Into The Dormitory

So I've made my decision as to where I will be attending college. Next year you will find me in the University of Northwestern Minnesota, no, no I won't. Did you really think I was gonna give it up that easy?


I had some trouble making this decision, but it was nothing next to the trouble I've had with deciding how to do the INFORMING about the decision. For you see, Mr. Andrew Kubas made me promise that I'd tell him first, yet I also feel that I must honor my unspoken (I think) commitment to tell my dear sister first. At the same time, my strong egalitarian sentiments make me feel like a bloated autocrat for favoring some over others.

Sam Walker, being a sneaky bastard, made this point somewhat moot by spotting what I put down on my A.P. packet this morning, but, being the dramatic type, I think I'll still put my plan into action. Besides, I guess the prize for first to find out LEGITIMATELY is still up for grabs.

Now, in a method made possible by the wonders of cyberspace, I will now launch my all out media blitz. As close to simultaneously as possible, I plan to hit the publish button on this window, the send button on an email to Kubas, and the talk button on my phone to call Maya. I realize that there will be a couple of split-second discrepensies, but thanks to the vagaries of this newfangled technology, the chance to be the true victor in this race for information should be fairly even. I suppose Maya has a slight advantage, but I'll stall for a couple of seconds to give Kubas a chance to check his email and the circling sharks of the Internet a few brief moments (that's all they need) to come upon the blog post.

Well here we go; the email is written, the phone is dialed, and the blog is done blogged. I have only to execute my little procedure and the shit will start to fly. Three, two, one.....OH WAIT.

I suppose I should include some info here about, you know, where I'm going to college and stuff. Ugh I'm having second thoughts right now, but it's about time I made this post, and this decision. It all comes down to the next sentence, folks...

Really it came down to the mascots. Willie Wildcat could take Goldy Gopher (or should I say Goldy STRIPED GROUND SQUIRREL?) any day of the week.Yes folks, it's for real. I'm going to Northwestern. Kubas suggested I do another PSYCH-out post, but that would have just been mean.

P.S.: This didn't really have anything to do with mascots. I've never seen Willie in action, but I imagine Goldy will be tough to beat.
P.P.S.: My grad party is scheduled for June 10th. Any suggestions for possible vegan food options?
P.P.P.S.: Sam seemed skeptical today, but I still think this is awfully neat. It's basically what I wish our treasure hunts were more like...to a certain extent. Be sure to check out the archives.