Down The Rabbit Hole (aka the basement of the Union)

Big adventure today. Today Seth, Sabrina and I decided to take a trip around campus, leaving from Willkie, to the Memorial Union, then back to Willkie.  While on this little trip of ours we decided to take an alternate entrance to the Union to work around Seth's walker, much like the time that we got stuck in the elevator earlier this year.  Sadly I don't have any success to report on this little alternate route either, we decided to enter the Memorial Union through a basement entrance in hope of finding...an elevator, which I can say we did find after about 20 minutes of wandering around the basement, it was however an elevator that was part of the hotel, a part of the hotel that is not connected to the student section of the Union.  As Sabrina puts it, we were wandering around like lost bunnies.
Upon exiting the Union we decided to accept the stairs, embrace them almost, and they provided a much more successful and quicker trip to the bus stop.  The bus driver was that we were lucky enough to get for both legs of our journey was very helpful with getting Seth on and off the bus, and most important, very hot!!
It is now time for Sabrina and Seth to part ways with me for the time being, and with that I sign off.

Lost Bunny #1 aka Sam (Because I'm the oldest)

And to leave you with a picture of todays adventure.... I think Seth enjoyed himself, well at least on the bus.

Lost Bunny #2 aka Sabrina (because I'm not the oldest)

pickles and tomato...

we are HUGERY and Bill Cosby is ANGERY! to understand reference please watch :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOmap5lcjgs&feature=related

We are sitting in Sabrina's Chem 100 class, full of freshmen and a bias prof. I don't agree with her teaching, scaring a room full of future frat mattresses isn't going to keep them from their beloved tanning beds.  As a former tanning bed lover I can tell you this:  Tanning is a wonderful 10 minutes a day when one can bask in the warms and silence of said tanning bed, a little threat of skin cancer isn't going to take that away from us...but a power outage might.  Also what this prof is failing to mention, is that tanning beds are actually prescribed to people like myself that has the seasonal mood disorder.  TAKE THAT STUPID PROF!

~the Duo~

Sock Balls and the Fighting Irish!!

So its a lovely fall-like day in central Indiana, sweatshirts and flip flops!  Today was suppose to be a study day, but there are a few of us that are having issues with focus.  Seeing that I have some experience with helping people focus, I have taken it on myself to help Sabrina focus.  That is where the sock balls come into play.  I take my collection of extra long tube socks, wad them up into nice little balls and launch at the target with the focusing issues.

Just for bragging rights, 1.  Yes I can work and watch Notre Dame kill Purdon't, 2.  IU is awesome 3.  So is the Fighting Irish


--Sam

Tink Tink

Yeah that's right I've invented the pedestrian turn signal! Not that the turn signal for cars is widely used most of the time.  I decided on a wim that when walking around town that Bea and I would need an accurate way of saying that we were turning.  So therefore, when you want to turn you wave your arm the direction and say "tink tink tink" or in my case when ever you're bored to throw Bea off.

Sadly there are no chasing of bunnies to report of today, just the second day of classes.  The Kennedys rock, and my thesis class spent more time slamming Fox New Network than talking about the discussion in class, which also makes me happy. Its so nice being among those who have brains.

Till next update!
~Sam 
 

One tink isn't enough!

It's the second day of the fall semester here at IU in the wonderful Btown. And it is official everyone has forgotten how to drive over the summer, or walk for that matter. Sam and I have even resorted to using turn "signals" while we walk. I will let her explain them but lets just say that the normal walking turn signal in our case sounds like "tink".
On to the story. While driving to campus today from my apartment, I was on the highway cruising along, took my exit and the car in front of me is driving along drifting back and forth from one lane to another. I didn't really mind this until they slowed down and for a turn signal only "tink"ed once! Okay people one "tink" is not enough!! I understand this story might not be entertaining but I know you all understand the frustration I have and PLEASE in the future use more than one "tink" when changing lanes!

~Sabrina

The beginning... we guess.

Where to start. Sam says the elevator.  Yes, the elevator. For approximately ~15-20 minutes we (Sam, Seth and Sabrina) were stuck in an elevator at the Jacobs school of music. After calling the IU police department and the elevator "EMERGENCY phone" we were finally released. Mind you the elevator did not move an inch.  And now are afraid of elevators and will NEVER ride that elevator again!

~The Duo~

P.S. We think the title deserves an explanation. So here goes.
 Sam's mom says that chasing bunnies is a better way to spend your time than watching Talladega Nights. Thus, this blog is us "chasing bunnies" instead of us "shake n' bake"-in'. :D

And to leave you with a photo... or not. sorry.

Come back often! There is a lot to report and just a short few months in which to report them in. And we are sure this will be entertaining!