24 Hours of Cold

We needed larvae and the rocky intertidal had them.  Last night me, my roommate Jen, my boss Dafne, and her friend Asko braved the Oregon Coast night and went to Yachats at 4:00am to collect barnacles.  All was fun and sand until a not so rogue wave came up and almost drowned us!  Not really, but I was wet from waist down for the rest of the night.  Neither Jen nor I have warmed up since and I left my fleece pants at the house Im cat sitting.  Sad bananas.  

In other news, Jen and I journeyed inland to Corvallis this past weekend to see some Husky volleyball.  We met up with some former Hatfield friends (more like current frie

nds formerly of Hatfield).  We left Newport post-Symphony (so fun) on Saturday night and made it just in time to hit up the OSU marching band post-game party.  It was a really hoot, especially the dance party in the garage.  Oh to be 21 again...  Sunday in C-town was uncomfortably hot for me, I was sweating balls.  Seriously.  Brian was limping around in the heat (did you know he hurt his ankle post Keiko statue fall?) but somehow led us to cheap and delicious beer and pizza.  Overall, two enthusiastic Husky thumbs up for the trip east.  It shall happen again. 

In the most important news, Im staying in Newport until at least mid-December now.   Dafne got an extension for her time at Hatfield and I am needed, obviously.  Ill be cutting down on hours but it will be fine.  I can study for the GRE Subject Bio test and write extremely provocative letters of intent to schools...

Music: NPR All Songs Considered podcasts

Book:  White Tiger Aravind Adiga

Forcast:  Tsunami approaching and hopefully chocolate covered peanut butter filled pretzels.