One year anniversary

WHOAAAAAAAAAAAA a lot has happened in the last year. One year ago today, we moved into the Brom. If you remember, we drank some Coronas and watched the Sox + NBA playoffs. IIRC, it was the night Dwyane Wade hit the most ridiculous shot of all time. That cemented my man crush. Annnnnnyway....

Since then, I have had knee surgery, moved home, come back to the Brom, and moved home again. In January, I was informed I was going to need health insurance, and there were two ways to do that.

1. Get it free by going to college.
2. Pay for it myself.

LOL @ option 2.

So I took Microeconomics over "Winter Session," and obv shipped the A. Now, here is my grade report for the spring. (You have to click the link to make it bigger I think.) Also...the W in the Philosophy class is just variance.



I also applied to be a matriculated student for the Fall, and they let me in, which is cool. Minutemen '09!!!!!!

Some NBA news...

-May 22, 2007, is thus far the worst day of my life. The Celtics had a 39 percent chance at a top 2 pick, and lost out. Sometimes I will be doing something like pouring a bowl of cereal, or in the middle of a rep of benching at the Y, and the image of the Celtics being presented the fifth pick will snap back into my head. This causes me to pour milk all over the counter, or drop the barbell onto my chest. I need to get psychiatric help for this.

-Current UMass student Stephane Lasme looks to be the first UMass player drafted since Marcus Camby. He's worse than Ben Wallace, but better than Stephen Hunter. I'm hoping the Celtics grab him in the second round.

-How much is Nike praying that the Cavs can squeak by the Pistons to play the Spurs in the finals. The Spurs are the most hated team in the league, and LeBron is the new posterboy of the league, referred to by many as the second coming (of MJ). It's very unlikely, but if the Cavs win it all, talk will already begin about LeBron possibly overtaking MJ as best ever. Just saying.

More life news...

-I'm moving into my apartment tomorrow. This means I can GTFO of my parents' house.

-I got a road bike and have been cruising around the Northampton/Florence area. It's insane doing some of the "long" 12 mile routes I used to do running, that feel so short on the bike. I will add mileage soon.

-I'm reading Catch-22 right now. It's very funny/good so far. I'm like a third of the way through, but there's a decent chance it could end up in my top five books evar.

-This weekend is Teddy's high school graduation. None of you really knew him in his early teenage years, but this is a wicked fuckin' huge accomplishment, as he is on his fourth high school. Coincedentally, he is graduating from THE Williston Northampton School, which is my alma mater.

-The weekend after that, I am heading down to Florida for my grandfather's 90th birfday party. I hate Florida, and I hate my grandfather, so that should suck. The only redeeming thing that could possibly come from this trip would be running into either Shaq, D-Wade, or Miguel Cabrera in da clubs. Smoking a joint with Ricky Williams would suffice, if he somehow were to find himself in the Miami area.

-The weekend after that, I have no plans, and will be coming to teh Brom. I will try not to come incredibly hungover + sleep deprived this time, so it will be a fun time. Skye, please try to get your hands on an any-key if you can so we can engage on activities off the Lewis roof. Holla.

****OFFICE SPOILER IF YOU FOR SOME REASON HAVENT WATCHED THE SEASON FINALE***

-The season finale of the Office was kinda surreal. A significant basis of the show was Jim and Pam's chemistry that was never acted upon. Now that it has materialized, I'm not sure what's gonna happen. I've heard rumors of one hour episodes for next season, which would be hot.

***OFFICE SPOILER OVER***

I just wanted to reflect on last summer again for a moment. On the old blog, I made a sentimental post last September about the happenings of summer, and it was awesome. Because Bloom is a nit, that is gone forever.

My main memories are lots of consumption of light beer, and me running worse than anyone has ever rune before. FUCK JESUS CHRISTDJLKF:S FDSKLDS (etc. etc. etc.)

That's all for now.

D-Bach

Updates From the Brom

So I know we haven't posted in a while. A lot has happened.

-I qualified for nationals.

-Dub won 9k at TS.

-Nathan started running daily. We took a house run today.

-Ciaran visited us.

-I got voted captain for next year, so now I can keep Bloom in check.

-We had more girls than guys for a while at our party last night. Additionally, Dub actually killed Longley in a race. Longley slipped on the rainy street and knocked himself unconscious. On an unrelated note, he was not sober. We had to carry him up three flights of stairs so he could pass out on my futon.

-Nathan lost $400 in about half an hour last night playing poker.

NESCAC CHAMPS BABYYY

The Nestrack

Skye has a half-written blog entry about our Third Eye Blind experience on the laptop in the living room that I expect him to finish shortly. I would write about it to, but as circumstances would have it, I was a bit inebriated and am slightly hazy on certain details. Details as in:

a) Why I saw a picture of Alander with his shirt off lying in a gutter.
b) Why my entire left side hurt when I woke up in the morning (probably a function of sleeping 12 people in a hotel room and falling down while running in the middle of the street)
c) How the hell I jumped 6'5 on Saturday after being, as Skye said, "One of the drunkest I've ever seen you. And that's saying something."
d) Most other things that happened during the night until I was reminded of them.
e) How in god's name 4 out of 5 members of team "I got really hammered on Thursday in Providence at the Third Eye Blind Concert" PR'ed at the meet on Saturday. I was the lone member to dissapoint.

So after hearing about the Nestrack Party on Facebook, I figured it would be a great opportunity for Round 2 of the weekend. Everyone had Friday night to recuperate and rest, and then be recharged for a trip to Amherst to show the rest of Nescac what we're made of.

Unfortunately, everyone else on the team is a pussy. Alander and his freshmen hoes backed out, Sam decided he was lame and didn't want to go, and slowly the numbers dwindled. Even Skye decided he'd rather get laid, (and let his new "girlfriend"'s prefrosh sleep in my bed) than have fun. Not even the question, 'What would Bloom do?' dissuade him from his obviously irrational refusal to attend. So we set out with a skeleton crew.

Crew: Myself, Shanley, Churry, Bons, Kathleen, and the immortal Daniel Sullivan himself.
Supplies: 12 Pack of Blue Moon, 12 Pack of Magic Hat, Bottle of Absolut Orange.
Plan: Invade Amherst. And find a place to sleep, preferably not on a floor.

So we get there and roll into the dorm where the party is. Yes, the dorm. In Amherst, they don't have houses. So in the basement of their dorms, they have a huge room where they hold parties. It's actually kind of cool, but I could see it getting old pretty quick. We quickly realize that between the six of us attending, we know a grand total of one person (Shanley's friend from high school). Luckily, we find her and she introduces us to other Amherst girls. This is where Shanley's story ends. He decided that he wanted Vodka. So he finds a red cup and fills it with vodka. And then drinks it. And then takes a few shots. 20 minutes later he was running around with his shirt off and screaming.

Now supported by Williams, Amherst, and Wesleyan runners, the party progressed as parties do. At one point, I'd say 3/4 of the people were naked ready to go streaking. I started talking to a very cute girl that I know was on my fantasy NESCAC squad. We talked for a while, but then a guy who I learned later she was kind of dating showed up, and so that went busto. But I hit it off with her suitemate, and we hit a couple frats (you can walk outside with beer there. It's sweet) and then went back to her place.

I woke up the next morning at like 8:30, we went to Dunkin Donuts and then progressed home where I won $50 from Dub playing 1 on 1 basketball.

-Arak

Bromfield Mascot

So my parents got a puppy a couple weeks ago. It's a Shihzu/Poodle mix named Bruno. No Bloom, unfortunately for you, he's not gay. So my mom is away visiting her mom in Montana, and my Dad had to go away on business for 3 days this week. No problem, my parents thought, my degenerate brother who got kicked out of college will be home to take care of it. Not that we want him taking care of the an 11-week-old puppy, but hopefully it'll live. Then he got a job. As anyone who has met my brother can attest, there was no way to see this coming. But, you can't leave a puppy alone at home all day, so I volunteered to take care of it. Now, there were two things that I didn't know, not living a home and having only met the dog 3 times.

A) It's not housebroken. I guess this isn't unusual for a dog this young.
B) It screams when you leave the room. Especially when it's locked in its little kennel/cage/home.

So my Dad drops it off at 7am on the way to the airport. I figured I'd get up, let it in, and go back to bed. Dogs don't let you do that. Especially not puppies.

On the flip side, even though it's not housebroken, it's really smart. Last night while I was at dinner it had to take a shit. Where did it go?

That's right, Skye's room. Is anyone remotely surprised?

Okay, on with the pics.

-Arak

Best Week Ever

And if you say to me tomorrow,
Oh what fun it all would be,
Then whats to stop us, pretty baby,
But what is and what should never be.


We just came off a 2-round weekend, and this is what's left for me:
1) Third Eye Blind concert
2) The second coming of Neil Orfield
3) A date with a girl who i)seems genuinely cool and ii)has explicitly said that she genuinely likes me (Beat: She doesn't know me that well).
4) Nestrack party

I have a ton of work that needs to get done, but all-in-all this should be sick.

Do you know Alex Bloom?

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