I got a free book from Ursinus to read over the summer. It’s not mandatory and personally, I think I’m more likely to read it now because it’s optional. It’s just some story about this guy’s life and I figure if I’m sitting around doing nothing all day I’ll read it. This summer/winterbreak I said I was going to read a book. Anytime I get motivated to read a book I always try to read the same one, This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It was one of my 11th grade term paper books and I didn’t read it. I read about the first 40 pages and really liked it but never finished it. I think if I can knock out 2 books this summer, that would be one hell of an accomplishment.
For some reason Wismer had a Luau today to celebrate something. There was a limbo contest and I got suckered into doing it. I know I’m not the most flexible person but I consider myself short enough and able-bodied enough to compete at a moderate level in this thing. There’s maybe 15 people in this contest, 5 from the track team, Mark, Ben, Lance, Jordan, and I. Lance is about 6’2 so I figured there was no way he would beat me. As long as I didn’t get last I was happy. Things start off and it’s a joke, the bar’s 5 feet high and I’m cruisin’ under that thing no problem… but so is everyone else. After 2 or 3 more sessions, I start getting a little worried. No one’s getting out and I don’t know how much lower I can go. Wismer was pretty packed and the crowd was actually interested in this. Ben was first in line and apparently he got out but I think it was on a technicality, plus I didn’t even know he did, so I follow up, awful form, awful technique, and fall flat on my ass in front of everyone. First tard out. Everyone was just waiting for someone to fall like that and when I did the crowd let me hear it. I was furious, a rage fell upon me that is quite common amongst these stupid competitions. In the heat of the moment I get up, start screaming, and slap the limbo bar upward pretty hard. The bar gets caught on the things sticking out and then goes flying off, the one post turns completely sideways, and I’m standing there looking like a total jackass. I apologized and put the bar back but still it was bad. I never fancied myself a Limboist but c’mon. I continued to watch from the side in total amazement as Mark absolutely dominated. Somehow he slipped under the lowest setting and then another one even lower than that. He won a free pizza party, a bitter sweet party that I will have to attend. Either way, I sucked and Mark looked like the man in front of everyone, as he should have. Kudos to you Mark. Ben did okay too… he beat me, but that’s not saying much.
So I finally did successfully install Google Analytics. In the first 24 hours or so I had 42 total visits from 38 different people. Now, I know I posted it as my facebook status so that’s when it should be at it’s highest, so I guess on random days that I don’t post it the numbers drop a lot. I guess I’ll find out. Also, with summer coming up I feel like the number of Ursinus people who read it will probably go down and the number of Upper Dublin people who read it will probably stay about the same. It could be the opposite, I have no idea. Either way, to have 40 people checking on this thing really blows my mind.
So in about 9th grade I got completely hooked on pistachios. The recent package my mom sent me containing pistachios brought on some flash backs. I would literally sit there playing SOF on the computer Friday and Saturday night with a huge 5lbs back of pistachios and could finish them in a weekend. It gave me awful diarrhea but still they’re were so addicting and so tasty. I only got a 10 ounce bag this time but they’re still amazing. I put them and Cashews at a tie for the best nut. Pistachios encourage work ethic so I think they take the top spot. You have to actually work for each one and that gives you a greater sense of accomplishment. The picture below illustrates the 3 different kinds of pistachios. First up, far right are the easy/preferred ones. These are often found at the top of the bag to make suck you in. Easy to open and the ideal shell. The far left one is a potential. It takes a lot more effort and can draw blood from finger tips or even chip teeth when attempting to open. Over the years I’ve become pretty good at getting these suckers. The middle are the impossibles. With no entry point, these are the nuts that you have to give up on. If I’m in a very angry mood and I encounter one of these, I may step on them or hit them with something in order to show the nut that if I really want to… I will eat you, but otherwise it’s a losing battle. Throw in the towel and toss these ones out.