in the dining hall they serve something called "cold yogurt soup." this is a smoothie disguised as soup, with soup bowls next to it to trick you. also, they dont label any of the salad dressings for unknown reasons. i might have my parents send me my label maker, so i can at least just make fake names for dressings. i tried to join a hip hop dance troupe, but was rejected. then i tried to take a swing dancing class, but got too dizzy. recent discovery: the ginger ale flows freely in the dining hall at all hours of the day. also, we were informed our festive valentines day decorations are a fire hazard. we were given quite a scare on our FOO! trip, when our leaders girl friend came to surprise him for valentine's day by laying in the snow face down pretending to be dead. we came out to brush our teeth, saw her, freaked out, poked her (in mountaineer first aid fashion) and then after forever (30 seconds) she popped up and said HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! then she brought a creepy singing troll box and lots of candy!

Recent criticism of the blog make us self-conscious about ourselves, which is a problem, because MIDDLEBURY makes us self conscious about ourselves. I wrote in my journal the other day about how much attention people seem to pay to me. They are good at pinpointing certain attributes of mine, or identifying the reasons behind me actions. My classmates are so perceptive. This translates into the classroom, where I find people talk, talk, talk with interesting things to say. My classmates are confident too. I find myself tired a lot because I stay up late, by my own doing. I spent all of today outside of class hanging out, almost working but NOT doing it. I realize that college is all about space between classes and prioritizing things that need to be done. I am working on balancing. I joined a lot of different clubs at the activities fair the other day. I went to meditation club yesterday and the head yogi-dude-man talked about hole in ourselves that we attempt to fill from the outside in. Yet, we will find the best fillers for our gaping self emptiness within our selves, or something like that. We learned the prayer to shiva and then were invited to go smoke pot in his honor next monday. Maybe I'll do that, but then again maybe I'll won't because my homework is piling up on my like a unstoppable mound of doubling yeast. yeast, I say because it was the first thing that came to mind. I am trusting the process, the creative process, because I just switched into a class--yes the same as a bianca--dedicated to the study of creativity. wonderful. Today we walked around the room with our eyes closed and then had to find a partner. I found my partner and couldn't stop thinking about the Lord of the Rings and how we were like Frodo and Sam, scrambling to find the ring or something. Then we had to face each other and stare into each other's eyes. this was awkward. then we drew each other, and examined each other. Like Carlos Casteneda in the books "tales of don juan," we practiced different types of seeing--basic seeing, landscape visualizing, surreal seeing--all trippy shit. like it is. I now, late, late into the night have to complete my loads of work for tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day. Thanks for tuning in.

here is a list of things bianca wanted me to say while I was blogging/what tess and bianca did while I was bloging:
-bianca wanted me to mention her parrot, which hangs precariously over her desk, is attached to the wall by tape and is nameless.
-we went to the ben and jerry's ice cream factory and bought a tye-dye t-shirt; now our vermont dreams are complete.
-tess and bianca played a guessing game of "which brand is this shirt" with tess' clothes.
-tess unplugged everything then plugged it back it.

goodnight to everybody and their mother.

love,
carson and bianca