Things You Probably Don't Think Are Worth Blogging About

But they are, to me. They are.

I ripped my pants this weekend. If that isn't a sign that someone needs to get her slightly doughy self to the gym, I sure don't know what is.

My friend, who doubles as my personal trainer because I asked her what sort of things I could do to not have my pants rip open again, sent me a link on being a motivated runner.

Well, lucky for me, I am one step ahead of the game, because Tip #1 is to blog. So now I just have to be fully transparent with you and let you know whether or not I'm running. You, of course, are not allowed to judge me, but rather love me and support me, and by that I mean just praise me when I run and absolutely do not question me if I don't. Also, it would be great if you exclaimed, "WOW look how much weight you've lost you must be running marathons on a bi-daily basis" every so often when passing me on campus or at the Lion or wherever. wherever.

Guys, here goes. I RAN today. 5 [read: 2] miles. Ok, ok, ok, I'll be more honest about my mileage when it isn't so I-eat-Gigi's-free-cupcakes-every-Thursday sad, you know what I mean?

In other news, my little weekend jaunt resulted two project extensions. And here I sit, after the initial due date of the project, not any closer to having started. I'm kind of operating under the "Well, i can't NOT turn it in so it'll get done somehow before tomorrow night" philosophy. Just not right now. It won't get done now.

Aside from me going to the gym by myself of my own accord, today was not special, if you know what I mean. If you are in a happy relationship, congratulations for you [seriously. ish.], but you probably don't know what I mean. If you're single and relishing your freedom, you also don't know what I mean. If you are 10x the Christian I am and spent today focusing on God's love for us, you are way more on your A-game and also probably do not know what I mean. For the rest of you, you might know what I mean.

Time to go listen to Duffy or Ray.

-bRob

PS - I'm really hungry.

Our Nation's Future

Is us, InterWebs. Not you and me, Webs, but the us in this picture >>>. Hahah, ok, but seriously, we're legit. Today we had a sand casting lab, and it was so fun[ish. I mean, it is a lab; let's not get carried away].

May I just say, InterWebs, that I love my major? WHO gets to do stuff like this? We get to simulate, program, machine, design workstations and systems, design fake wheel hubs (see pics) and so much more.

Trying to figure out how to get the mold out.

It didn't fare too well...

BUT the top half did  - we figured out a really great technique for preserving the sand mold.

 Chelsea pours the molten metal. She really digs this outfit.

Metal isn't actually supposed to flow out of the sides of our sand...

Lots of flash. Woops. Once we machine it it won't look too too bad.

Believe it or not, this wasn't the worst part in the class. Actually, the part itself doesn't look too bad - you can see the design!

Lest ye judge - just know sand casting is super ridiculous. It is not a sustainable process, it takes entirely too long, and a design with any amount of detail is pretty much guaranteed to come out looking like a blob. But as far as blobs go, I kind of like ours.

Ok, InterWebs. It's about bedtime. I was in the library until 4am a couple of nights ago. Are you so impressed by my incredible academic stamina? Before you are overwhelmed with awe, just know that staying in the library until 4am is NEVER called for...it is the result of procrastination. I swore this semester would be different... Here begins the stream of almost all-nighters. You know, when you are too good for an all-nighter, so you get at least 1.5 hours of sleep instead.

 By the way - not sleeping makes you hungry. Ravenous, even. My body is going to reject me at any moment...

-bRob