HEAT WAVE

I know, I know, I know that the heat here is about 10 or 15 degrees cooler than it's been at home (L.A. says holla atchu boiiiiiiiiii!!!) and that if I were experiencing extreme cold I would be more miserable than I am here, but it is like re-donk-ulously hott here at Estánfor.

Did you know I spend about 45 minutes a day walking outside?  It generally takes 5-10 minutes to get from one place to another on campus by foot and in the heat I move sooo slow.  This is how I look when I leave my dorm:

(but you know, my version of the dress has sleeves and is a little longer)

and this is how I look by the time I get to class:

Isn't it crazy how I gain like 100 pounds and get crazy eyes because of the heat?  Everyone tells me I look tired and disheveled all day.  Plus those sweatpants are just not flattering.  And look how quickly I got a tan.  

My solution? The Bender Room.  It's this little room on the 5th floor of the library that overlooks half of campus, is very cozy (and good for naps!), and has a temperature of like 60 degrees.  

(note: actual picture of actual bender room)

After about an hour in there I am freezing cold and ready to face the sun again.  And then I don't die on my way to my next destination.  The end result is something like this:

(Don't I look ready to face the professional world?)

I know it's only a temporary fix, but the heat wave is only temporary too, right? RIGHT??!!?!  I can't survive this oven-temperature much longer.  

Thanks for putting up with my lack of real photos.  Google images and I are practically best friends now.  You don't even want to know what I put in the search engine sometimes.  

Blogging: My new favorite form of procrastination

Except that I can never decide what to write about.  I feel like I should introduce myself a little.  Although chances are you already know me a little bit if you are reading this.  Anyways.  Here are some pictures of shtuff I like.  

Elephant Jewelry:

My Insanely Adorable Nephews (well actually I LOVE them)

Walking (especially when I'm a Black Business Man)

My Beautiful School

And Going to Church and Institute

Other cool things include the color purple (not to be confused with lavender), randomly singing, dancing in front of the mirror, annoying my roommate with my antics (I introduce her to other people with cool random facts that aren't even true:  This is my roommate Kelsey, She can juggle knives), doodling, making funny faces, and admiring my hair (I only do this if I'm already doing my hair.  I'm not that conceited.  Usually.)

Let me know if we have any likes in common.  We'll make a party out of it.  Holla!

Hi Fiends!

My roommate and I were talking the other day about how we love when people misspell friends and put fiends, but I digress before I even begin.

SO, I've been meaning to start a blog for about forever (if forever is equal to about the last month), but I lost my camera.  And as everyone knows, a blog is really boring to read unless there are lots of pictures.  And then I remembered this thing called the INTERWEB (or the internet if you aren't fans of 30 rock, or my sister Adri Nye) and that it has pictures of about infinity things.

I decided to start out my blog by talking about one of my favorite things: Stanford football.

Never in my life have I been such a football spectator until I became a Stanford student.  Something about being in college and watching a team with a fairly deep reservoir of untapped potential and sitting in the student section and screaming and cheering for my team is incredibly fun.  Of course, the fact that it's Stanford means things like this are both slightly embarrassing and utterly enjoyable:

Anyways, today we beat Notre Dame.  I knew we would.  37-14 was the final score.  I watched the game in someone in my dorm's room on their very nice t.v.  I was the only girl in the room.  I always feel a little intimidated in a situation like that because I feel like I'm supposed to be able to keep up with them in football knowledge.  But it ended up being really fun.  Especially because we won.  (We are so good this year.  And everyone thought without Toby Gerhart we would be nowhere.)

I got the boys to not be so serious.  Like the fact that we noticed that Coach Jim Harbaugh's pinky sticks out of the side of his hand:

It's actually quite creepy.  But I still love Sanford Football.  And YOU, for reading my first blog post.  :)