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This is my first ever blog post from the University of Wisconsin-Madison!

I spent the day here today for SOAR, which stands for Student Orientation Advising and Registration. I’ll (probably) be spending my next four years here to get my undergraduate degree.

For anybody interested, I have some pictures from the day up on my Picasa Web account. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera and left it in my room when we were getting the guided campus tour, so I couldn’t get any pictures of the campus. I’ll try to get some tomorrow if I can, otherwise, I’ll be able to upload plenty, seeing as I’m going to go here for school the following school year.

In other news, I kept taking the wrong turn, even though I had a map, and I think I walked an excess of about three miles.

More coming tomorrow.

 

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Earlier today, when I was playing a little bit of competitive Tetris with my window open, I heard a shrill scream from outside. Wondering what it was, I instinctively grabbed my camera and looked out the window to see a girl sprawled out on the ground and an older woman hovering over her.

I took a few pictures, and realized that it wasn’t an on-going murder, but a girl that fell off her bike.

I obviously can’t make millions of dollars off these pictures because they’re obviously not pictures of a murder in progress, so I decided that I would post them here instead.

 

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Some time yesterday evening: My mom takes my normal comforter from my bed and takes it to the laundry room to wash. She replaces my normal comforter with a temporary one.

12:48 AM: I go to sleep without realizing that my comforter has changed.

7:12 AM: I wake up and see pink spots on my comforter. I start to think that there are massive spots of mold growing on my comforter.

7:13 AM: I put my glasses on to realize that the temporary comforter my mom put on my bed has roses on it.

 

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This will most likely be my future computer:

(Click on the picture to see the full-size image)

A special thanks goes to Frank Harris for helping me and guiding me through picking out parts.

 

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A while back, someone told me about a man who took a picture of himself everyday for eight years, and linked me to the website that had the video compilation of his pictures.

Although I’m probably not going to do something that large-scale (and probably can’t even do it even if I wanted to), I decided to do a mini version of the daily face thing.

My mom is growing some lettuce in a giant ceramic pot on our patio, and I decided to take one picture everyday until it becomes fully grown.

Here’s the first picture that I took today:

Once I have all the pictures, I’ll post them in the Photographs section of my website and throw them all together into a video that I’ll upload to YouTube.

 

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A random construction crew stopped by my neighborhood today and randomly started drilling a random hold in the middle of the street. They were a few houses down so I had to zoom in all the way on my camera to get a picture of them.

I have this odd feeling that some random person is going to randomly fall into that hole…

 

Edit (June 4, 2010):

I checked back today and it seems like they filled the hole up with tons of pebbles and put a ‘Bump’ sign near it. The only problem is that the ‘Bump’ sign is about twenty feet away from the bump. People expect the bump to be where the ‘Bump’ sign is, but after they realize there’s no bump, they start speeding up. Then they hit the bump.

 

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