OMG! I can't believe I forgot to write about Big Game!! By the way, we SLAUGHTERED them! GO BEARS!! 
You have got to read this! It was printed in the Stanford Daily Newspaper!
Go Bears
This weekend, Cal dominated our football team. No big surprise.
Irrelevant. This column is not about football. Spencer Porter’s got us
beat when it comes to sport. He also has us beat when it comes to Friday
recess.
Enough ballyhoo. What we’re here to say is that Stanford’s Cal-bashing is a
load of nonsense. Rubbish. Malarkey. It’s more reflective of a pervasive
inferiority complex than of any supposed superiority.
The fact is this: Berkeley is pretty much unequivocally better than Stanford.
That’s a bold statement, and we’re here to make it. If anything, Berkeley
does not need to “Burst any Bubbles.” They’re living in the real world, not
this palm tree-laden, Sunday brunch-studded adventure of ours.
Let’s start by comparing each college’s college town.
University Avenue is littered with overpriced chic restaurants catering to
yuppie 20-something-folk, no fewer than three Persian rug stores and multiple
independent theaters. We like independent theaters. So we’ve bat one for
three. Not bad in baseball. Bad by any Stanford grading standard.
Telegraph Avenue offers restaurants with the finest five-dollar plates of ethnic
cuisine, record shops with sounds the likes of which your Dashboard Confe-
ssional-loving emo self has never heard and homeless drug addicts, not the
entrepreneur-gone-bust-in-the-dotcom-boom vagrants of Palo Alto.
Something about Berkeley’s homeless reeks of legitimacy.
Let’s continue by comparing each institution’s academics.
You’re not smarter than the Berkeley crowd. Remember all that crap they
feed you freshman year about how you all really deserve to be here? Wake
up, kiddos. Reality: it’s all a load of bulwarky. There’s someone at Berkeley
way more qualified than you, but less willing to shell out the big bucks for
private school. Or they were less approved of by our admissions department.
Those of us that are from out of state are lucky not to have to deal with the
guilt of knowing we’re paying three times as much for a less rigorous
education. They actually have to do some hard work to get good non-inflated grades across the bay. They sink or swim over there. If we don’t swim, we
get to sit down with our friendly advisors from the UAC for milk, cookies and a pep talk at the CoHo.
Anyways, onto our good point (as if we ever have such a thing). How do we
psych ourselves up for Big Game? Gaieties. Now, we hate to hate on
Gaieties, but how the hell is a musical theater production supposed to get
people psyched up for a football game? Imagine if someone told you that Cal
was organizing a sick mass ballet routine to get revved up for Big Game.
What would you think? I know . . . let’s sign up for a five-unit yoga class next quarter.
This all begs the question: why haven’t the two of us just gotten into our
bumbling brown Mercedes and skedaddled up I-880?
You’re right. We haven’t, and we won’t. We’re walking ironies. In fact, we
can’t wait to stay here another year. As much as this place pales in
comparison to Berkeley, we’d still rather be here than there. It’s kind of like
belonging to a country club. You recognize that you’re an undeserving
privileged youngster and that everyone else is probably a hell of a lot more
genuine and interesting than you, but shit, your membership was by invitation
only. Suck on that.
http://daily.stanford.edu/tempo?page=content&id=15400&repository=0001_article | 
Me with the woofer
I also think all this stress is making me sick so I'm OD-ing on vitamin C for now. However..there are a few things that are making me 
I do get a single and with that..a king sized bed! (Feel free to sleep in it with me..I'll get lost in such a huge bed)
They're so cute! **Hint hint** I would LOVVVVVVVE matching shirts/accessories/etc. for x-mas or bday..so if you're reading this Lianne...now you know what they look like! Love you!
