Until then, expect the occasional post about such things as why I went to the U of C in the first place, what I did to celebrate my acceptance (which I find out about on my 18th birthday - yay! - which I spent alone - boo!), what I was up to that last summer between high school and college (tuna sandwiches and standing outside of a nightclub for eight hours a week) and why, if you happen upon a class of 1998 pic book, I am nowhere to be found in it.