Dear faithful Readers,

I have survived finals, during which I tried to remember why on earth I decided to attend a school with a quarter system. No good reasons are coming to me.

I learned this past week that the hamstrings (confidential to Gichael Mattone: they're what we normal people call "hammies") are actually very important in lifting. You can't really do anything, except maybe wrist curls, with only one functioning hamstring. Who knew?

Gichael Mattone has foolishly agreed to let me be in charge of the music for next year's Nationals/PanAms. Gichael Mattone (quite seriously) suggested "YMCA," so all attendees may thank me next year for my excellent musical taste. On that note, if you aren't human don't like Dave Matthews, you might want to skip this meet. I've managed to book Hilary Katzenmeier to sing the National Anthem and am considering organizing a Pan American Open Mic Night to promote continental peace and harmony. Pun intended.

In breaking news: my first cousins once-removed are still adorable.

I'm leaving Saturday to spend a wild spring break at the OTC in Colorado Springs, where it's rumored to be warmer than Chicago...three workouts a day beat naps on the beach any day. This, of course, means I have to brave O'Hare. If I don't update in a couple weeks, start praying for my soul.

Winsomely yours,
Natalie

Heller Fix for the Week:
"'You're wrong,' answered the old man. 'Prostitution gives her an opportunity to meet people. It provides fresh air and wholesome exercise, and it keeps her out of trouble.'"
(from Joseph Heller's Catch-22)