Halloween!

I've seen almost no students dressed up.
Professor Kesner, on the other hand...
Dressed up. Along with a bunch of other teachers I saw.

Speared!

This morning in practice, we were doing a drill where you have to start by floating. Then someone will tap you on the feet, and you burst out sprinting as fast as you can.
Unfortunately for me, the person was tapping people's feet with a PVC pipe. He missed the first time to tap me, so to compensate for missing, he did it extra hard the second time. It hurt, but I swam...until I felt the familiar flapping skin. The pipe actually cut me! Oh, joy.
More trainers being fussy.

Denver

I had a swim meet in Denver. Coach made us ride a bus there and back.
Let's just say that they played only two PG-13 movies, and the rest were rated "R."
Let's just say from my ocassional glances up that they're rated R because people who make movies assume that the general public is outrageously stupid. "You're too stupid to infer what happens, so let us show you every single gory detail." Obviously stupid movies are made for stupid people. What does that make the major population of the swim team? I'll let you decide that for yourself. I don't think you're stupid, you can figure it out. :)

Aside from the rotten 16+hours on the bus, the trip was swell.
At the pool, the blocks were so slippery, that I succeeded in belly-flopping for a couple of races. Gee, how embarrassing! I still did purty well.

How to build a hut

Well, I've grown very desperate for sleep.
My roommate and I have very different lifestyles. For example, I have to get up at 5 AM for practice. She has to get up at 9 AM for class.
So...she doesn't usually go to bed til 11:30, 12:00.

So, my friends' suggestion?

Build a hut around my bed.

I have a good idea on how to maybe start it, a frame made up of PVC pipe... but then what? Drape fabric on it? Would it stand? Or would it just crumble?

Do you guys have any ideas?
(Besides slipping cyanide in her drink, which a COACH suggested.

Ay, me.

If, somehow, during practice, you cut yourself, or something starts hurting and spitting blood, do not go to the trainers for a band-aid.
I somehow cut my elbow on the wall, and I waited til after practice to ask for a band-aid, since it was still bleeding, and the cut was on an area of my arm that's always sitting on my desk.
The trainer told me that I should have come to them immediately when the cut occurred, and that waiting til after practice was not a wise idea. She goes through a lot of trouble of cleaning the wound, and bandaging it up...all I did was ask for a band-aid!
And now she wants me to come to her before next practice so they can tape it up before I get into the pool.

How many years have I been swimming? Many. How many times have I cut something in those many years? Countless. How many times did I get it bandaged before swimming? Never. Even the time I face planted into the concrete and had a huge scab on my forehead and nose? Nope.

I hope to sneak past her tomorrow. It's the tiniest cut in the world!

Ay, ay, ay. I've learned my lesson.

Positive

Poor people who even read this blog! I feel bad. I always whine and cry to the blogging world.

So I will tell you about my appointment with the nutritionist. We all have to see a nutritionist in our freshman year to make sure we know how to eat.

Apparently, I need to eat more nuts.

So I ate (dad's favorite treat at Yellowstone) a Nutroll, that I bought at a vending machine.

Why do I like Nutrolls?

Let's start from the center: A white sticky creamy nougaty tasting substance holds the entire bar together. Next comes the carmel that surrounds the nougat, then the salty, crunchy peanuts coat the outside.

My favorite way to eat a Nutroll is to eat the first half like a candy bar: bite by bite. The second half, I carefully tear away the carmel-nut shell to reveal the tasty white middle. I then eat the middle as slowly as possible.

How do you like to eat a Nutroll (if you like them)?