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The owl pellet date was a success. Turns out I learned a few things. A leg bone isn’t just called a leg bone, and science kind of got carried away naming things. In my opinion, ridiculous! If I want to call a bone “the arm dealy”, that should be okay.

The date was as hot and steamy as sorting through tiny bones you find in owl vomit can be, at first I thought owl pellets were excrement. That would have made the date even hotter, am I right? My date was nice enough to feed me before we started the bone removal. After 3 hours the removal of all bones was complete.

I also learned a few things about myself, which maybe I had an inkling of before. I’ve never really like jig-saw puzzles. Basically, the very idea of doing a puzzle is counterproductive. You have a picture of something and you decide to cut it up and have people put it together again. No sane person would do this. I think there might be better ways to spend a few hours than trying to guess whether a little piece of yellow card board is the sun, car door, or a dandelion.

Turns out nature has created one of the best jig-saw puzzles, the owl pellet. Seeing as how puzzles and I don’t get along, I have reevaluated my position on the novelty of owl pellets. I guess I went into the endeavor with the idea that it would be more like a treasure hunt. You know, find the skull and what not. Turns out sorting through little bitty ribs and vertebrate for hours is the most intense jig-saw puzzle I’ve ever encountered. I maintained composer and I’ll have to admit all the fur encasing the bones was very soft. Also, they didn't smell weird.

My date really seemed to enjoy it; my guess is she also really enjoys puzzles. I was impressed with her science abilities, plus she was attractive. All in all, a good evening.

Ye Olde Boston

I made it. It was quite the experience. Driving 3000 miles with my dad was some serious bonding. The trip was the essence of manliness. We didn't stop to eat, and we only went to the bathroom when we had to fill the car with gas. The only food we had to survive on was diet coke and peanut M&M's. We went through corn country instead of the quicker route, up by the Great Lakes; o the power of women (although in this case ultimately futile).

Brandeis started classes/orientation the Sunday I arrived so I didn't really have time buy anything. Due to this I slept on the floor for about month. The spiders drove me from the floor. By the way, Ikea is the bomb, I now have an awesome bed.

My classes are going great and the diversity is as promised. Americans are only 30% of the student body. I have only pulled one all-nighter so far, a little bit early in the semester, but what can you do?

I had my car broken into and my GPS and iPod stolen. In all sincerity the only thing that really bothered me was all the broken glass. I guess I should be more grateful that they didn't steal the car. The dating life has picked up again, and I think I'm doing my part at keeping the ladies on edge. There's nothing quite like it. I figure they better know what they're in for right up front, sometimes this works and sometimes it WORKS! On the docket for this week, dissecting owl pellets. Yep, ladies I found a girl that might actually enjoy this. But seriously who doesn't find going through owl excrement romantic?

(More blog post to come. I think perhaps the owl pellet date might be my first specific date blog.)