Harvard Yale weekend...insane. These should be on the SAT (courtesy of Satire V shirt)- Harvard: Yale as...

A. Gryffindor: Slytherin  B. Captain Jack Sparrow: Captain Crunch C.Lyndsay Lohan: Hillary Duff  D.The Shit: Shit   E. H-Bomb: Y-bother F. 35-3  G. you know it's all of the above.

The Tailgate was choice. There was an exhorbitant amount of...food: http://www.thecrimson.com/today/article504633.html (yes, they own me)

There was also a massive, yes massive, reunion of Poway 04s. Man it was good to see familiar faces again. We had reps from Yale, BU, Dartmouth, and of course, Arizona. (Vanessa, David, Alex, me, Buzzy, Nikki)

We didn't get into the actual game until halfway through...but just in time to see the Harvard Band. *sigh* disappointing. The flute angles were ARTOCIOUS and the repetoire left something to be desired...and lyers are freakin ugly. We should've imported USC's Trojan band, they're red..and yellow. Here is the band trying to spell YALE...

We did have some swell times in the up in the nosebleed seats. We engaged in such chants as: "Safety School!"  "Nana na na, hey hey hey, Yale sucks" and "Rivers Cuomo is my Friend." Wild fun. Here, Abe is squishing my head.

I'm a silly California girl...gotta use Aliza as leg warmers. Here's the aftermath of the game...ppl rushed the fields only to greet sweaty lumberjacks and police on horseback. WHAHAHAHA.

We won...the only thing Yale has to redeem itself by is the Whiffenpoofs, though the Kroks slaughtered them too.

Here's something you won't see in socal...

My mommy came to visit this weekend en route home from Canada. She got to catch our phenomenal Pops Concert, sleep in an actual dorm (Abert's penthouse suite) and see snow fall. This totally beat parents' weekend...

gorgeous...except when i fell sideways on the ice and ate some red brick...I was also reunited with my childhood bud, Tina. She goes to Tufts and has a grandfather who take rice and make it into...um, turkey. We ate dimsum in Chinatown, but not after buying out Costco. *joy*

Lookie here: http://www.people.fas.harvard.edu/~mcwilson/shaniqua.html

Now read this: http://www.thecrimson.com/article.aspx?ref=504159

Crimson whore: 4 down...8 to go. *wink*

Alyssa's wacky in lieu of studying idea for today: "hey guys, let's all put on our prom dressies..."

...and pose in the bathroom! (so that's why its so steamy in there)- ok, off to finish problem sets.

   Halloween is approaching and any sane college student is clandestinely in competition with everyone else to come up with the most mind-blowing costume. Of course, we had to have a piece of the madness. The girls across the hall stole our thunder and are going to be the Spice Girls. To quelch our frustration, Alyssa propsed we channel our adrenaline into finding the ultimate costume...Here's game plan: We each got 5 minutes to lock ourselves in our rooms and come up with a costume with only what we had inside. What ABSOLUTE MAYHEM.  Here are the results of our 5 minutes of ransacking drawers, churning creative juices, and nearly wetting our undies from laughing:

Alyssa came out first:

She was...spaghetti and A meatball. (and no, that's not a balloon next to her)

Then came Angela:

Angela was a cowboy/arobics instructor/eskimo hybrid. Here she is in fetal position, gafawing at the sight of Alyssa's meatball.

Then Liz emerged as...

Abe Riesman...our socialist friend, fellow Rivers Cuomo stalker, and Alyssa's drinking buddy. Yes, he does have a beard of that...magnitude.

And finally, me (creatively barren):

A refugee, with a pillowcase full of all my life-long possessions-namely socks from my hamper and an economics sourcebook. whooopa! Now we're ready for hardcore partying this weekend...(note: Marianne was unable to participate because of intellectual pursuits).