Graceful rooms of Alabaster stone

Yep, I'm home.

I'm incredibly excited to be here with my family, friends, and dog again.

I've traded in below freezing weather for 70 degrees.  I'm seeing family and friends everyday.  I'm not thinking about classes at all.  I'm dancing, singing, joking, and chilling with no worries.

I've been home for just over 2 days and have done so much already.  Swing dancing, partying, visiting friends, visiting family, watching Tangled, late night Taco Bell runs...

There isn't any reason to be worried cause I'm home.

I'm just incredibly ready for all the partying that takes place during this awesome holiday season.  This Christmas and New Years are shaping up to be the best ones ever.

I'll just have to save my "look back at 2010" for my new year's post.

But, for now, it is good to be back at a place where everyone knows my name.

Everything's goin my way

You know everything's going your way when you walk into your room and it naturally smells like root beer.

You know everything's going your way when your rector texts you during Biology to see if you can play floor hockey with him tonight.

You know everything's going your way when you are consistently 2 problems ahead of your calculus class.

You know everything's going your way when it is snowing so much that you can't see what is across the quad and you are awe struck by the beauty of the snow.

You know everything's going your way when you share laughs, sing songs, and smile at friends while walking around campus.

You know everything's going your way when everywhere you go there are Christmas decorations or Christmas music being played.

You know everything's going your way when your old buddies are happy for you.

You know everything's going your way when you realize that Oklahoma isn't good for nothing because of this song.

You know everything's going your way when you say a funny joke to Brandon and he likes it immediately (and you know he will laugh out loud every time he thinks about it).

You know everything's going your way when you can't wait to read your friend's philosophy paper because it is going to be the best paper in the world.

You know everything's going your way when your school's football team is put in a bowl in your home state.

You know everything's going your way when you have plans to swing dance as soon as you get home for winter break.

You know everything's going your way when you catch multiple snowflakes on your tongue.

You know everything's going your way when you carpe diem.

You know everything's going your way when your grandfather friends you on facebook.

You know everything's going your way when you listen to an 82 yr old poet's interview about how great life is and you just can't stop agreeing with him.

You know everything's going your way when you are living the dream at Notre Dame.

You know everything's going your way when it is cold outside but you are so warm on the inside.

You know everything's going your way when some random person says I enjoy your singing after Bio class.

You know everything's going your way when you eat fresh (subway).

You know everything's going your way when you haven't forgotten a lyric to any of the songs you have been singing all day.

You know everything's going your way when you are so excited and you don't know why.



Thank you wolverine for the song.

My Blog Rates: Restrooms

One of the stories my Aunt and my mother used to tell me went a little something like this:

On long road trips when we would stop at places to use the restroom, your mother and I would rate the restrooms.  We would get little sheets of paper and rate the restrooms on presentability, cleanliness, functionality, and general atmosphere.  After we finished critiquing the restrooms, we left the graded sheet of paper on the counter of the restroom in order to let the people of the restaurant or convenience store know how their restroom did on our rating sheet.

Well... sadly, I have never done this.  But, I feel the need to alert everyone to the fact that the most interesting (and arguably, greatest) restrooms that I know of are located in the Museum of Science and Industry in downtown Chicago.

First let me grade the restroom on the scales that my aunt and mother used:

Presentability: B
                         The only reason that the presentability grade is a B is that the restroom was a little too futuristic for me.  There was a little too much chrome everywhere and just black and white paint.  If there was a little more thought put into the decorations, the grade would go way up.  But I see that the main focus of this bathroom is functionality so I don't give it a C.

Cleanliness: A+++
                        With the solo waterless urinals (that bring me back to my high-school days), and the coolest hand-washing station I have ever seen the possibility of this bathroom becoming dirty is significantly less than a traditional bathroom.  With hardly any liquid on the ground (courtesy of the crazy hand-washing station), the restroom looks spick and span.  Now let me try to describe these "hand-washing stations."  They are these large trough-like sinks that span about 3 feet long and are connected to each other to form a large row of "troughs."  These metallic "troughs" are lined by a faux granite counter-top to mask the extra chrome of the sink.  Now above the sinks are mirrors that act like medicine cabinets which holds the faucet and the soap dispenser AND the HAND DRYER!  This contained allllll the liquid from the sink, IN THE SINK!  The motion detected faucet, soap, and hand-dryer create this "hands free" hand-washing experience that defies all laws of nature.  Did I mention that these were the kind of hand dryers that push the skin on your hand so hard that it creates a ripple like wave pattern of skin on your hand?

Functionality: A+
                             The way the walls are placed and how the sink is made, one can go into, use, wash their hands, and leave the restroom without touching anything in the restroom.  WHAT A CONCEPT!

General atmosphere: A
                                     I left this futuristic restroom with a satisfied feeling.
No... it was not like the normal satisfied feeling that I have when I leave any particular restroom.
I used the restroom in an environmentally friendly manner.  I cleaned my hands using only a certain amount of water that the motion of my hands dictated.  I used only my single allotted squirt of foamy soap to clean my hands (which was plenty).  I had my hands blown dry by a super charged dryer that took less than 10 seconds (which is amazing if you have been dealing with poor hand-dryers in your dorm bathrooms).  This was a great place for doing business.  It was a quick, easy, clean process and that is why they get an A.

Thank you, Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago.  You have shown me one of the coolest restrooms I will ever experience.

p.s. The toilet seats in the guglielmino athletics complex are the best at ND.

This has been the first, of many, "My Blog Rates."

Ideas for other things I can rate can be submitted through comments.

Happy Thanksgiving! (I now welcome Christmas music.)

What is Love?

"Though I have all faith
so that I could remove mountains...
... and have not love, I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods
to feed the poor...
... and though I give my body
to be burned...
... and have not love,
it profiteth me nothing.
Love suffereth long and is kind.
Love envieth not.
Love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.
When I was a child, I spake as a child; I understood as a child; I thought as a child.
But when I became a man, I put away childish things.
But now abideth faith, hope, love... these three.
But the greatest of these is love."


As much as I love that quote from the movie, he leaves out a few things from 1 Corinthians that are just so beautiful so I have included the text (from the New American Bible) here:

1 If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal. 2 And if I have the gift of prophecy and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. 3  If I give away everything I own, and if I hand my body over so that I may boast but do not have love, I gain nothing. 4 Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated, 5 it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, 6 it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. 7 It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.  
8 Love never fails. If there are prophecies, they will be brought to nothing; if tongues, they will cease; if knowledge, it will be brought to nothing. 9 For we know partially and we prophesy partially, 10 but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11 When I was a child, I used to talk as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I put aside childish things.  At present we see indistinctly, as in a mirror, but then face to face. 12 At present I know partially; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known. 13 So faith, hope, love remain, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:1-13

Now time to site the greatest of all informational websites, Wikipedia:
According to Wikipedia, when discussing 1 Corinthians 13...

Agape (is)...

• (verse 4)
  • is long suffering (i.e. tolerant, patient)
  • is kind
  • is free of jealousy, envy and pride
• (verse 5)
  • does not display unseemly behavior
  • is unselfish
  • is not touchy, fretful or resentful
  • takes no account of the evil done to it [outwardly ignores a suffered wrong]
• (verse 6)
  • hates evil
  • is associated with honesty
• (verse 7)
  • protects
  • trusts [implying faith in God and trusting in righteousness]
  • hopes
  • perseveres
• (verse 8)
  • triumphs
• (verse 13)
  • is greater than either faith or hope

Isn't the juxtaposition between verses 7 and 8 awesome?
Love protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres... yet TRIUMPHS.
It is really great to know that "love never fails."


"Whoever is without love does not know God, for God is love."
1 John 4:8

Well, there's the answer.
We don't need to seek out love.  
It is right here.

It is God.

I am Chris' Heart

As I was sitting perfectly still during my Calculus class, I noticed something that I don't normally detect.  I saw that my desk was vibrating.  In a regular interval and without a sign of wavering, the desk seemed to shake every second.  I realized that I was making my desk shake even though I was sitting still.

My heart was shaking the desk.  To be specific: the closure of my aortic and pulmonary valves at the end of my ventricular systole made a strong enough beat to shake my desk.

It was one of those desks that is connected to your seat so even though I wasn't touching the desktop, my heart beat was shaking the support that held the desktop and made it shake.

It wasn't like I had just finished a morning run.  I hadn't finished exercising.  I was just sitting and thinking about optimization and Calculus related problems.  My heart was beating at a resting heart rate.

And that is what I found to be so amazing.  I knew the heart is a strong muscle but I didn't know how strong it was at it resting pulse.

The average heart beats 72 times per minute.  It takes almost a minute to circulate a red blood cell through out the entire body.  Everyday the heart creates enough energy to drive a truck 20 miles.  The human heart provides enough energy in an hour to lift a one-ton, medium-size car one yard off the ground.

This extremely powerful muscle is responsible for keeping us alive.  If one loses more than 3 and a half pints of blood they have a very slim chance of surviving and, according to Dexter, if a major artery is severed, one can bleed out in minutes.

It isn't surprising that we associate the heart with love and emotion because the heart is needed to keep us alive which is just what love and emotion does.  It keeps us living.

I think we need to take a moment to stop and think about how hard our hearts are working.

ok... moment over...

back to studying and paper writing.

"Wherever you go, go with all your heart."
-Confucius

Breathing in the Winter

Sorry folks.  It has been quite a while since I have blogged because I have been rehearsing/performing a fantastic play, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, and partying with the cool cats from the cast.

But a lot has happened since I last typed to y'all so here it goes...

I am currently suffering from show withdrawal but at the same time I am excited to have time to do things like study, sleep, and play floor hockey again.
I have joined my dorm ice hockey team and we have our first practice this week.
I have watched the greatest movie ever made - Citizen Kane -
and the worst movie ever made - The Room -
(I STRONGLY SUGGEST WATCHING BOTH OF THEM IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY DONE SO)
I made some amazing theater friends.
I found my inner Hamlet and had incredibly insane and angsty moments on stage.
I walked around campus at 4:30 am (twice in one weekend)
I caught a snowflake on my tongue.
I shook off the snow on my jacket by dancing.
I made some snowballs.
I jumped off of random things and fell into the snow.
I was told to "Just wait for an actual snowfall..." by a Chicagoite ??
I danced like a fool.
I had a strawberry milkshake at Steak n' Shake.
I had a hot fudge sundae at IHOP.
I fought imaginary pirates with a plastic sword.
I gave orders to have the English King execute Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
I murdered Polonius.

I did lots of other things too but there is one thing in particular I would like to focus on.

Breathing

It is only in the winter when you can see your breath. 

Your breath has moisture in it. When you exhale into very cold outdoor air, the moisture-laden atmosphere from your lungs becomes chilled to the point where the water condenses into a fog. 

It looks like a a small cloud is formed from your mouth or nostrils.

It kind of reminds me of the "breath of life" God gave to Adam.

I associate certain emotions with seeing your breath like relaxation, happiness, love, comfort.

We all need to breathe, it gives our blood oxygen and is circulated to all parts of our body so our cells can make energy.  It is necessary for life.  Just like love, happiness, comfort, relaxation.

Look even David Blaine needs to breathe...

Life is Pain, Highness!

My psychology teacher asked the class if anyone liked pain.  No one raised their hand obviously.

People don't like to think about pain.  It reminds them of a painful event that happened to them and consequently makes them feel sad.

In today's world, it is not "ok" to be sad.  So people have developed ways to forget about all the painful things that have happened to them.  Until... they are reminded...

I was just sitting in my Calculus class using the Mean Value Theorem to prove that 2 cyclists who start a race at 8:15 am and finish the race at the same time (2 and a half hours later) go the same speed at the same time at least once during the race when, I had a thought, an uncontrollable thought.  Something seemingly harmless-- the Dallas Cowboys and their new quarterback.  Then I thought about the reason why we have to use our back up for the next 6 to 8 weeks.  It was right then and there that my right arm went limp and I felt the need to hold up my arm with my left hand.  Thinking about Tony Romo's clavicular fracture made my mind go back in time.  Not necessarily back to the exact moment when I broke my clavicle (because I didn't know that I had shattered it at the time; I though I had just bruised it) but I was transported back to the moment after I stepped off the ice, took off my shoulder pads, and felt my shoulder-- looking for the bone that was there just a minute before.  As soon as I knew that my bone (that should be there) was, in fact, not there, I was unable to breathe without encountering pain.

This is why Westley in The Princess Bride says "Life is pain."  He understands there is no getting around it and therefore no using trying to hide the fact that he is enduring pain.

But there is another thing that I haven't quite touched upon...yet.

This, seemingly depressing quote, comes from one of the greatest comedic films of all time.

This is not to say that all life is pain.  But that we shouldn't think that we can avoid or escape all the pains or sufferings that life brings us.

However, we think that we should be able to avoid pain or at least escape past pains because, after all, they happened in the past and cannot be affecting us now.  When we do this, we set ourselves up for even more pain later because it will resurface and it will be much worse.

Westley has the right idea.  Pain and sadness are a part of life.  He doesn't avoid it and he certainly doesn't seek it out.  He doesn't bury it deep down and he doesn't dwell on it either.  He welcomes pain and sadness because it is just a part of life and he deals with them properly.

We all can take a lesson from Westley.


because deep down we all want to be a fencing pirate who beats giants and has an immunity to iocane powder, right?

All of this calls to mind the saying: "Don't take life seriously.  No one gets out alive anyway."

Our thoughts and prayers are with Declan Sullivan and his family.  Rest in peace.

Bedtime

Wait...

ok. thats better.

I just put on my glasses because it is time for bed I feel more smarter more intelligent when I wear them.

I was just in Texas, at my old high school, at SMU, at IHOP, at my home...  I was with my family, my dog, my friends, my old teachers...  I was free from the stresses of school and I was free to be myself.

I am back at school.  I am going to bed so I can get up for my 8:30 Chemistry Lecture with Prof. Shrek.  I am going to bed so my mind can rest before I have to stuff it with information about the Gas Law, phase diagrams and other Chemistry junk.



I am falling asleep by the moonlight and I can't help but think of the things to come:

the next Notre Dame home football game, the next Psychology lecture, the first snow (followed soon after by the campus-wide snowball fight), the ice hockey, the grotto in the winter, the ice cream store, the hot chocolate, the next friend I'll make, the performance of Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead...

Then I think of the things I love:

I love the grotto.  I love Notre Dame.  I love home.  I love my dog.  I love Texas.  I love my family.  I love my friends.  I love God.

Goodnight everyone!

The blog can't even handle me right now!

I wanted to write a very deep post talking about what life actually is but instead I've decided to live it.


I was going to talk about life an use an old proverb that one of my professors used during class:


"One day while walking through the wilderness a man stumbled upon a vicious tiger. He ran but soon came to the edge of a high cliff. Desperate to save himself, he climbed down a vine and dangled over the fatal precipice. As he hung there, two mice appeared from a hole in the cliff and began gnawing on the vine. Suddenly, he noticed on the vine a plump wild strawberry." 


I have decided to take the strawberry, eat it, and relish in the moment.


Hakuna Matata!


Tomorrow, I am going back to the greatest state ever.  Today... well who knows?


I have already gone to mass at the basilica, participated in a extremely fun psychology experiment, done my laundry, and cleaned up my room.  Now?  Well, maybe I'll play some racquetball, go to Burger King, watch football, play football, or chill with my Stanford hall mates!


Whatever I am up to, I will have no worries!


See ya soon Texas!  It's been way too long!


go molly!

This week's theme music

This is a big week.


Hence the "Ecstasy of Gold"


Three tests, the week before fall break.  The song "says" it all.


Not enough time to have a "good" post.


Good night all!  


Sweet dreams

Po-po shut us down

Random thought of the day...

There was one time in my life when I completely pulled off a costume.

I dressed in a police uniform and addressed grown men and they, in return, addressed me as "Officer."

As soon as I heard that, I couldn't keep from cracking a smile so I quickly darted through a nearby doorway.

But the power associated with that word, specifically when directed to you, is unbelievable.

Power

It sometimes escapes our consciousness.  But power is something everyone strives for.  To be the person in power, the one in control.  Not just control over others.  But control over yourself.

However, one may decide to give up the power he/she has over oneself.  When people give up the power over themselves, they lose control.  The idea behind this is that they believe they are still in control because (after all) they were the ones who decided to give up that power and therefore they can take it back whenever they want to.

This illusion that one can just choose to lose control over oneself and still be powerful tricks everyone.  Including myself.

I like power.  I like to be in control of myself.  I know that if I lose power over myself that I can't suddenly get it back.  So why do I decide to lose control?

I don't think it is a matter of me deciding to lose control as much as it is a matter of not being able to find it.

It is not as easy as putting on a police uniform and suddenly having the "power."  Some people can find the power in things that they do or how they look or where they are or who they are with.  The best way to find the power is by looking at yourself for who you really are and being happy with it.

This quote in no way applies to this topic but it just sounds way to cool. 

"And Shepherds we shall be

For thee, my Lord, for thee.

Power hath descended forth from Thy hand

Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.

So we shall flow a river forth to Thee

And teeming with souls shall it ever be.

In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti."

Oh Sheesh Y'all Twas a Dream

I fell upon this video...



Then I went to my English class where I watched this video...



After that, I found this video while doing homework...



Long story short, I have had the Inception theme music in my head all day.  It has been accompanying my life through each class, every meal, every walk to and from class, and in my room.

For those of you who don't know me, dreams are a big part of my life.  I can remember my dreams very well (most of the time) and those dreams have a significant impact on the way I conduct myself.  My dreams have put me on emotional roller coasters that I have no business being on.

What is so sneaky about dreams? It happens when you are asleep, when you are caught unawares. [Now I'm not talking "daydreams" here]  When you are asleep, many of your sensory (and some other) neurons are turned off.  This would explain the dream where one is naked because your sensory neurons that normally feel clothing are turned off and aren't sending the signal to your brain that "I feel clothes on me."  This "lack of message" is transmitted into the dream and since you don't feel the clothes on you, you don't have any on.

This leads to one of the theories of dreaming: that your brain fires random neurons to keep the neurons "sharp."  Neurons are like muscles, you need to exercise them to make them stronger and better.  Your brain "exercises" them by firing them while you are asleep and your brain also interprets those random firings as dreams by connecting the random firings of neurons to certain sequences of neuron firings that "encode" memories.

Another theory is the problem solving theory.  That you dream to help work through problems.  This theory definitely has some truth to it because I have worked out problems in my dreams in the past.  Granted the way I worked it out in the dream isn't the proper way to handle real life circumstances but it still was a way to work it out!

The last theory is that dreaming is for wish fulfillment.  This is the Freudian idea and because of that I refer you to someone who has read Freud's book...zak...or the book itself.

So that is my side comment on dreams.

Brandon likes it in his dreams. (FOGHORN)

The Plan

Ok, this might sound crazy but, I want to follow my dream.

I want to be a hockey player.  Since I was 2 years old, I've wanted to play hockey professionally.  Now, I want to play for the Notre Dame Fighting Irish.

This isn't going to be a philosophical post.  This is just me planning out my life for the next 4 years.

I am planning on being the "Rudy" of my era.  I want to be the dark horse.
I am a Texas boy, Pre-med, Bio major (for now) and I want to be on the Division 1 hockey team that plays teams like Michigan, Minnesota, Boston University, Boston College, North Dakota, and Alaska.

To get to this point, I have to change my lifestyle.  I will get in shape (or in better shape than I am in now), eat right (which is so hard when there is Sbarro, BK, Chipotle, and 5 Guys so close), and study hard so I have time to focus on hockey.

I realize this is going to be difficult and I know there will be days where I don't want to run in the morning in the freezing South Bend weather.  But if I want to be the one playing during "Hockey Night in South Bend," this is what I have to do.

I am getting my ipod ready, bringing out the running shoes, the warm-ups, and the "can-do" attitude.

But seriously the running part is nothing I need to worry about.  I mean, I have the most beautiful campus in the world to run around.  I have no complaints.

This doesn't mean I will stop blogging.  In fact, I will keep you updated on my status as a potential Notre Dame hockey player (along with sharing my random experiences and thoughts).

(I am stealing this sign-off from one of my best friend's blog)

Chris is getting down to business...hockey business...

Music and it's effects

The best way to describe my entire life (so far) is through song.
That particular song is Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy.

I decided this in the right wing of Ursuline's stage during a Pajama Game rehearsal.  I had been listening to the song at night because it was calming and it made me relax as I rested my head on the pillow.  When I decided that it most perfectly described my life, I was focusing on the rhythm and the pitch of the notes in certain parts of the song.  It was almost as if I were to put together little video clips of my life from when I was a child all the way till now (and even beyond) with Clair de Lune playing in the background.  Ending on a hopeful sounding chord, it gives hope that everything will turn out alright.  This is what I thought five years ago, I still think that today.  Except, I've added one more perspective to it.  I've taken a step back and looked at the piece as a whole and have realized that it is beautiful.

That is a perfect way to describe my life -- beautiful.

But Clair de Lune is not the reason I am writing; it is because of another song.

When I like a song, I listen to it a lot.  I listen to it over and over again maybe 20 or 30 times.  I know this isn't the "normal" way to listen to music but this is just the way I "take in" music.  I find a song that is particularly good or meaningful and listen to it over and over again.  You might think, "Don't you get sick of it?"  Well, sometimes I do.  But most of the time I don't because the song doesn't suddenly transform into a bad song.  Usually what happens is I find a new song and begin to listen to it and (usually) I find a new song regularly.  It is quite strange for me to stick to listening to one song for days in a row without a break.

I am stuck listening to this song and it has been two days and I don't see an end in sight anytime soon.

It is a good song.  It has been out for a while.  I always knew it was there but it wasn't meaningful enough for me to get my attention.  Well, times have changed and now this song (or at least it's music video) means a great deal to me now.  It popped up on my radar 2 days ago and it follows me everywhere.  If you were to follow me to class, you would hear me humming it (or maybe singing it).  Even during my PE class it was played on the radio and I couldn't believe it and my handball game was severely effected (negatively) because I was singing along in my head during the game.  I even learned to play it on guitar so all the rooms around me have heard me playing it and singing it.

What I'm getting at is, this song means a whole lot more to me now more than ever and that is why I can't get enough of it.  I need to hear it, sing it, play it as often as possible.

This is art influencing (or imitating) life.  This song reflects my life right now.  Just like Clair de Lune reflects my life as a whole, this song reflects my life now.  It isn't particularly encouraging.  It isn't particularly making my smile.  What it is doing is making me feel the way I feel.  I am not escaping my feelings.  Instead I am releasing them in art.  It might not be my art (when I listen to the song) but, then again, it might be my art (when I play it on guitar and sing it).

Right now art is a release of emotion.  Denying emotion is unhealthy.  It winds me up.  Knowing how I feel and releasing it in art is relieving.

I have never been an "artist" like this (at least knowingly) [I'm more of the science type].  Sure one can argue that acting is "performing art."  But it isn't expressing your personal feelings (unless you act as yourself); it is expressing the feelings of the character you are playing.

This song is "me" right now.  There was another song that was "me" a few weeks ago (and it lasted 4 weeks).  I guess I just have to wait to find out the song that will be "me" next.

Be true.  Don't hide who you are.  Be yourself.

Getting down to business.

I gave in... I've got a blog.

Who knows how much I'll use it?

Maybe never again after this post.
Maybe again tomorrow night -- before or after I study for my Biology Lab Midterm.

All I know is that I had trouble coming up with a title for this blog until I thought of the words that defined my high-school life... "Let's get down to business"

Until these five words escaped my lips that fateful November day in the (now nonexistent) Ursuline music room, I hadn't taken the plunge.

Now I was submerged.

After Ursuline musical try-outs in 2005, something changed.  I may not have noticed at the time, but looking back on it, if there was any pivotal moment in my early high-school carrier, it was then.  I jumped out of my lil' freshman self and let loose.  I had fun singing a song that I loved and showed myself having fun singing it to complete strangers and those complete strangers became some of my best friends.

Now I can go on to talk about all the other applications of "Let's get down to business" but it would take a long time.  So I'll just talk about how it applies to a Bio major (pre-med) at Notre Dame.

I am writing this blog post at 12:52 am Eastern Time (Notre Dame time) when I should be sleeping because I have a Chemistry lecture in seven and a half hours and a Handball class directly after that.  But after reading a tremendous post from one of my friend's blog, I have felt the desire to express my thoughts on a blog.  Being a Bio major is busy: 2 labs a week, 18+ credits, and of course the University required PE (where guys who need to prove something to themselves or the other girls in the class try extremely hard to be the best in which ever sport is being played, in my case handball).  It is one of the 2 hardest majors offered at Notre Dame and I'm thinking that it probably won't be the one I graduate with because quite honestly, I miss English class way too much.  I miss reading Shakespeare, Dante, and Aquinas.  So, I am thinking that next year I'll switch majors.
Why not next semester?
Because Intro to Bio is a 2 semester course and I might as well take it now and get it out of the way because I still want to be pre-med.

This has been a long post and I thank you for sticking with it.  I promise that the next post will "cut to the chase" and perhaps be entertaining.