just as uncertain and now with an aching back III

I almost forgot, I entered a raffle for an iPodshuffle, but I had to be present to win it at the exact same time I was unforturnately at my financial aid appt. So, who knows, I could've won an iPodshuffle and be cool like everyone else.

Fortunately, I woke the next morning relatively dry and unsmelly. This set precedent for:

SATURDAY

I found a vending machine that accepted the TechCash they gave me at the beginning and bought myself a Coke, but it had a green top. Turns out it was one of those "1 in 12 wins a free Coke" contests. And I won! Though I've yet to redeem it, but I figured that this bottle was lucky and so I used it to pick up water from the various drinking fountains as my kidneys shouted "hooray!"

The Next House was hosting a waffle breakkfast in their country styled kitchen. And, Wow, it was a BIG kitchen. One of the fraternities was there boasting that they had a 5 star chef at their place, but I was only interested in waffles. As they freshly popped out of the waffle maker (all made from scratch!) my mouth began to water. That was a bpretty good breakfast, except the waffles needed some butter and syrup.

Afterwards I went back to BC for a seminar on all the various dorms. They explained all the locations and styles of the dorms (they're all coed except for one female dorm) and more importantly indicated the setup for freshman dorms. Most have doubles, a few have singles, and one even has triples and quads. It was pretty typical and expected of such a session, informative but with holes. They had set up a Bingo game with words they would say during the Q and A session, but nobody won.

Later I took a tour of the Simmons building, which is appropriatlty called 'The SPonge" It looks like a metallic piece of swiss cheese! inside it's all post-modern looking, and they even have their own meditation room where a monk was residing temporarily during some ritual. They took us to the top floor where they had a patio-ish thing outside full of snacks, but I was unsure of how long the meats had been in the sunlight so I just ate Cheez-its and Ritz Chips.

Now, I hate wind, and it was windy up there naturally
Now, I hate heights, and it was very tall up there naturally
So I slowly made my way back inside and headed or the elevator as fast as I could run.

Back on solid ground, I headed back to the skating rink to check out the clubs and activities fair. They had a few interesting clubs that I could actually see myself becoming a part of:

MIT BEEF
As it sounds, MIT BEEF is a group dedicated to spreading the good word of meat consumption. As many MIT students are naturally very worldly and often vegetarian at that, they like to point out the important nutrients that people might not be getting from veggies alone. They were serving beef jerky. Now, they said they didn't mean to shun or discriminate against vegetarians, but merely wanted people to expand their horizons.

The Math CLub. That's not its real name but I don't remember it. The one lady looked really bored, so I went over to see what there was. All she had was a Rubik's Cube and a game of SET. So we played SET for a while. She was whooping me at first, but then I caught up later after I remembered the rules a little better. I then solved the cube they had. "What method do you use?" she asked. "Um, the one my friend Brent Morgan showed me" I said, and to that somebody turned their head towards me but said nothing.

The Chocolate lab. All they do is mix different things with chocolate. Their Dark chocolate ginger was a very interesting taste for my palate, though I stayed mostly with milk chocolate mint smores.

I saw Susanna Brown a couple of times there, but otherwise we didn't see each other much or talk a whole lot.

Then I went to their Mexican-esque restaurant, Anna's Taqueria. Their employees spoke in Spanish, and I thought that gave it a nice touch, though later I realized that most of the restauarnts had Spanish-speaking employees. So I bought myself a quesadilla and a Steak and Rice burito, and a bottle of Limon Jarritos (they're usually in the "Hispanic" aisle) to wash it down. They had Juanes on the radio and were plying his debut album from beginning to end. I sang along as best I knew to his big hit, "Photografia," or something like that. Actually it's a duet with Nelly Furtado, who had a couple of pop hits like, "I'm like a bird" and other songs.

Here's the chorus sans accent marks and rough translation

Cada vez que te busco te vas (Everytime I look for you, you leave)
Y cada vez que te llamo, no estas (And everytime I call you, you're not there)
Es por eso que debo decir (And for that I should say)
Que tu solo en mis photos estas (That only in my photos you are)

See? It sounds better in Spanish. After all, it's one of the Romantic Languages.

Then I went to the MIss Ugly Pageant, which was funny but scarred me for life. It's an "anti-pageant" where the arguably worst person wins. This year there were only 4 contestants. My favorite was The Faurves, conjoined quadruplets connected at the hips. For their talent portion, they sang Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" and rotated around so we could see all of them. Quite well, I must add. But the winner was ... god I don't want to spell it... MIss Jizzalot, a guy who developed a "self-lactating" bra upon "stimulation" and he demonstarted it for everyone. That and he wore a thong and pantyhose. He was awarded by last year's winner, a girl who could take off her underwear without taking off her shorts, after which she threw them into the audience. I am just SO glad I wasn't near them. I must pray that if I go there that I do not get placed in that dorm, EAsT camPUS (that's exactly how they spelled it in the brochures and everything else.)

That's all for now, I'll finish SATURDAY in the near future, because Saturday night was the best night of the whole trip.