Aye, that's the rub. Yale has gothic architecture - Robert Frost said it was the site of his favorite college courtyard. Earlier today I ate a cheese-stuffed hot dog wrapped in bacon served on a buttered bun. I plan to replicate this, only I plan to deep fry the whole endeavor. In two weeks I will be in Finland. In three weeks I will be in Russia. Eventually I'll make way to Auschwitz and Albania. Perhaps I'll see a dancing bear. Despite this possibility, New Jersey kind of is. It is a little bit. I want to leave my house and my Dad is telling Alex to do his homework and Alex keeps shooting jump shots. New Jersians - The people talk with no emphasis on their r's and they shout a lot. The Yale house party made me miss Iowa and how all you have to do is yell in order to get people to listen. So, at Yale, I simply introduced myself to people. They didn't oblige to me, looked at me like I had whiskers and horns, so I lied to them. I told someone I was a transfer student from the Sorbonne and they seemed impressed. I told someone I was a recent graduate of the University of Iowa and they told me I was full of shit. Yes, I said, I am full of shit. I'm actually a transfer student from the Moon. | 
