Stop Making Sense

Beloit College students love dance parties. I'm quite partial to them myself. There are some parties clubs hold annually that everyone looks forward to. This weekend, the Outdoor/Environmental Club held their Talking Heads Party. All Talking Heads, all night long.
It's the perfect theme: every song is danceable and it doesn't matter how familiar you are with the jams because the beat is loud and good and steady.

Clearly, I'm a fan.

I could fill this space with stresses or make some quip about the title of the reading assignment I'm currently wading through ("The Dead," James Joyce). I could upload some pictures of the delicious brie and multi-grain loaf I picked up at Cub today-- I promise I don't usually take pictures of my food. The lighting was just particularly lovely on the West side of Porter Hall this afternoon. Anyway, I won't do that. The pictures aren't readily here in Admissions and the stresses are just fine in their place, listed as assignments in my day planner. Besides, if you're reading this with the Common App open on another window of your browser, chances are you have quite a long list of your own to mull over. Good luck with that. I recommend dark chocolate.

Welcome to December! There's not much light, but at least there's good music.

P.S. In breaking out my winter jacket this weekend, I made a startling discovery: it has pockets. It would seem that my brown peacoat is a little too classy for me. The manufacturer tacked the pockets shut, so they seemed to be faux. Just part of the seams on the front. Just another reason my cell phone is always falling out of the back pocket of my jeans. I am in the habit of hooking my thumbs into the small hole that was exposed, but finally broke apart the stitch to claim full function of my coat. It's like a whole new garment.

Thought I would share in the interest of self-exposure. Ho-hum. Dark chocolate, anyone?

P.P.S. Please forgive this obnoxious, crunched format. Blogger is giving me 'tude.