Dear faithful Readers,

Spring quarter has begun (much to your dismay, I know) even though "spring" in the meteorological sense has yet to arrive or even hint at an eventual appearance.

I am now eight (8) days out from Collegiates, which Gichael Mattone has decided he will not be attending. Apparently I've trashed him so much in this blog that he fears "retribution from [my] fans in Reno" should his real identity be discovered. Rambo, who so far enjoys a neutral reputation here, has agreed to be seen with me in public. I learned yesterday that Rambo has ridden in an elevator with J. Edgar Hoover. If he survived that, I'm very confident that he can count attempts.

How are my classes? Thank you for asking. I'm learning much more about soccer in my German Current Events class than I ever wanted to know; evidently the European Cup is the only interesting thing happening in Austria this year.

Now I'm off to more important, productive activities. Like nap taking.

Winsomely yours,
Natalie

Some lovely Conrad:
"'His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain--why he did not instantly disappear.'"
(from Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness)