Dear faithful Readers,

I write to you from the Athlete's Center (I'll never figure out who that one athlete is) at the Olympic Training Center on a computer that's creatively named "Cyber 30." I have survived a very snowy Easter and, so far, two nights sleeping in the same room as a Miss Cheryl Ann Haworth. I'd also like to note that we're staying on the third floor in Building 87, which is quite possibly the farthest point away from the weight room on complex. Cheryl reminds me of this fact several times a day.

Bragging Point #1: I just came back from an Art Garfunkel concert. He's still awesome. And he still has his fro.
Bragging Point #2: I can make a mean bag of ice. The creation of ice bags is one of the few activities I really excel at, so I like to mention it as much as possible.

My connection at the USAW office gave me new lifting shoes that are two sizes too big (I forgive her; she's Canadian), but I finally have shoes that a robot with my foot length might wear.

In news actually related to the subject of this blog, we're two weeks out from Collegiates! On a sadder note, that means only two more weeks of updates about my extremely exciting life and my remarkable ice bag making talent.

Winsomely yours,
Natalie

Everyone loves Kundera:
"Ugliness: the poetic capriciousness of coincidence. In the case of a beautiful person, the play of coincidence happened to select an average of all the dimensions. Beauty: the unpoetic average. Beauty, more than ugliness, reveals the nonindividuality, the impersonality of a face."
(from Milan Kundera's Immortality)