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Sorry for the delayed blog post, it’s getting near finals week and I’m drowning in essays and reading. I’ll give ya’ll the lowdown!

I’m having a great time at Vassar so far. Obligatory pretty pictures incoming:

I live here (Main Building). Built in 1865. It's like living in a museum.

(This is a picture I found on the internet, it's hard to actually take a picture of this building with your phone. It's too big to get a good angle).

Here's one of the buildings, Rockefeller Hall:

Here's the library: 

and here are some of the hoodlums that I loiter with:

The guy in front with the red tie is my roommate, Tim. He's from San Antonio. He's a righteous dude.

But really, what's college without this:

My favorite class (so far) has been my History of Western Philosophy class. We started with reading the presocratics, then moved on to Plato, and now we're at Aristotle. Fun fact: Aristotle writings are batshit intense. The more you know.

I'm taking a weight training class (lol, iknowrite?)

I'm working with the "Campus Current," which is the NPR station on campus. I've been doing a segment on the show, Question on the Quad. It's weird to talk on the radio. 

I'm in a jazz combo. It's TNT.

I'm in a really shitty "sexually frustrated punk-rock" band called Copsdaughter. We have three guitarists, a bassists, a guy who screams through a megaphone, and me. We've had two shows so far: at the first, someone went through a window (he's fine, no one was injured except the window, we were on ground level), and someone crashed through my drumset at the second. It's crazy. I've never seen mosh pits this hardcore in person. We make music music in the same way that books are coat hangers.

So ya, it's pretty much exactly like Roswell.

What else, what else...oh, I have a beard now. and I shaved my head a little while ago. It's growing back though. 

TL;DR

I look like this:

But I'm still doing this:

What more is there to say?