Year 1, Week 3, Day 2: Hey Y'all!

Today's post is a special shout out to anyone that I know who hails from the south. As I'm walking across campus this morning in my oh-so-trendy little faux-leather jacket, skinny jeans, v-neck and flats, I reach into the pocket of said jacket which I haven't worn for a couple of years to discover.....A PAULA DEEN KOOZIE!!! Nothing says "I'm a PhD student on my way to stats class" like pulling a bright green koozie out of your pocket at 9:30am. Also, the above detail surrounding my wardrobe is only important because approximately two hours after the koozie discovery I'm headed back to the bus stop in a torrential downpour. My cute outfit was not water-resistant and the weather here is decidedly indecisive. Enough about my wardrobe, I'm going to puke.

What else do I got for you today...let's see. A lot of my adventures occur on the bus. The other day I made the mistake of talking to a woman, Barbara, at the bus stop. Barbara then wanted to sit next to me (and sort of on me) for the rest of the bus ride. She then proceeded to rant about her bout with pancreatic cancer, how spicy food causes high blood pressure, how immigrants are stealing our jobs, how doctors are evil...She smelled like beer and urine. But I picked up what is now my favorite phrase EVER: "Bullshit that shit." This is apparently what she tells her doctor when he gives her advice (which is no doubt related to the whole urine/beer situation).

School is good. Seattle is good. The Seahawks are not good, but they did defy odds and win over the NY Giants last weekend which somehow justified a full 4.5 pages in the sports section. If the Seahawks are to the NFL what the Beavers are to the Pac-12, then here's an analogy for all of you gearing up for the SATs...

Losing to the Beavers: Firing Stoops as Losing to the Seahawks: Firing Coughlin. Just a thought.

Here's the offending koozie and the view from my window: