Dear faithful Readers,

So as not to break tradition (and we all love tradition, don't we, Benito?), this entry will have nothing to do with my training. I realize this blog is a mutual medium of procrastination, not an actually useful source of information about my progress in weightlifting.

As many of you have already heard, I have secured a room at Northwestern's University Christian Ministry for this summer and next school year. "But why, Natalie? Why there?" you are asking if you haven't already done so. "Because it is cheap." I answer. "And convenient and clean." "But Natalie, do they know anything about you?" you will ask next. Which offends me slightly because I am charming and quiet--what more do they need to know? The Reverend Julie herself approved me, so hah. The worst they can do if they discover my secret heathenness is kick me out, which will, if nothing else, make for a very entertaining blog entry. (Note: heathenness is actually a word. And here I thought I was being clever again.)

I'm afraid I have to cut this entry short and go learn everything there is to know about conversational implicatures before my linguistics final this week. But yes, it is really National Grammar Day, not just any ordinary Tuesday. Celebrate and rejoice.

Winsomely yours,
Natalie

Riddle of the Week
The person who makes it sells it. The person who buys it never uses it. The person who uses it never knows he's using it. Qu'est-ce que c'est?