The Plague has STRUCK!

It appears, that on this Eve of Halloween, the N1H1DoubleDoomvirusSwinepigflu has arrived on the Stonehill campus! Over a dozen cases have been reported thus far, and the trick'r treatin' by the neighboring little children has been canceled for the year. That's a major disappointment. Below, you can see the extent to which the plague has infected the campus grounds:

As you can see, The Plague has infiltrated almost every level of the campus' infrastructure, and it is estimated that a full 1/3 of the entire campus population will die as a result.Despite populare belief, the colors on the map do NOT correspond to the national threat alert level pushed by Homeland Security.

Here, as you can see in this artistic rendering of events earlier today in what I shall call 'Martin Square', anarchy reigns. I hear, currently, Lord Hopey-Change will be calling a Council of Czars to deal with the situation promptly and appropriately.

 In truth, those infected are safe at home, it's been raining the bee's knees outside all day, and I'm completely SOAKED. How to summarize my week? My best friend is infatuated in a ridiculous fashion to some girl I am convinced will hurt him, and my other best friend will be spending all Sunday with me. I'm wet, and a little tired, but I am happy. General Cadimus Orso of the 224th Boland Legion signing out.

A cold, wet, regular week.

Well, it's been sixteen days since I last left a small posting on this message board, so I find it completely appropriate to add something before I head off to my College Republicans meeting. These past few weeks have been busy, but ordinary. I've had a wonderful hiatus from writing any essays and taking many tests, but the prospect of making some head-way on my major term papers, coupled with the vast amount of pages that I must read each and every night surely makes up for the apparent easiness I've been having. Just the other night, I received a call from Jen, and we talked for nearly an hour about this and that, and all I'll say is that this Halloween should be one for the record books. All of my real friends, save for my comrade in Italy, shall be around me.

Outside of the academic fun, I find myself more and more becoming the person that others go to for advice on personal matters. They continue to say, quite accurately I think, that I am a "good listener". I think a lot of my success has to do with my ability to listen, and then to reply in a smart, serious, and yet witty way that can turn a dark subject into something to smile about. So, my friends continue to leave me short messages, or very long conversations, and I welcome that quite a lot. I enjoy the trust I share with my friends, and every one of these conversations leaves me in a positive air. I think they're a force of good (for me).

On a related note, Mr. Chatters was intercepted by Stalin's forces when he was crossing the Polish border shortly before October, in the midst of the night. As of right now, we have been assured by Uncle Joe that our dear Betta Fish, Mr. James C. Chatters Nixon Johnson is alive and has been given the necessary care. A series of negotiations will shortly commence, and if possible, I, as acting-President of Bolland 224 and Commander of its Armed Forces will make an impromptu visit to Moscow.
Cadimus Orso signing out.

'Round and round we go!

So begins my first full week in October at Stonehill College. To believe that I've already been here over a month is astounding. It's a strange feeling, really, because I feel I've transitioned much easier than I suspected I might. Oh, how busy I've been!

Worked at Country Gardens on Friday after getting my braces repaired, only after getting out of French class. I came home and then spent the entire next day absolutely devoted to starting (and finishing) my English Literature essay on Shakespeare. How I loathe writing about that man. It's so dull and convoluted now that I'm in college. Ugh. Well, I spent much of Sunday asleep, since the family had been chaotic for the past two days. We laid out some television cables, and set up yet another never-to-be-watching screen in the BATHROOM. Jake volunteered to take me back to Stonehill around 6:30, which in itself was a treat. I'm still musing over the idea of purchasing a Blackberry. Do I really need it? I could get by without one, but I think it would make life a tad easier. Oh well. Busy week ahead.

I managed to finish yet another essay tonight after arriving back to the Forward Outpost. I'll check it tomorrow, revise it, and then hand it in on Tuesday. I've finished so much in so short a time. Monday consists of a French exam. Tuesday consists of more history reading. Wednesday is more French and English. Thursday is more history. Oh, did I mention I need to meet with my Gen. Ed. History professor to schedule a meeting before Thursday? I -LOVE- research papers! Friday should be an easy day, but then I have to go work for Mr. Arguin. Joyous day.

Tonight I managed to do something that I haven't done in a long, long time. I had quite the heart-to-heart with my dearest comrade, Josh. It was really something great, as we both managed to tell the other of our infatuations. It's really striking how similar we are; we both cannot get over previous loves. His path is rocky, and mine is more of the character of being somewhat unrequited on the romantic level. After an hour or two of chattering, he and I both agreed that we were each on an exciting, risky course. We look forward to Christmas Eve with a great deal of excitement.

Well, enough of that heart-warming mush. I can hear the terrible thundering of cannon in the distance. Hush. Monday is soon to begin and I must once again join to battle with my comrades in arms.

Commander Cadimus Orso of the 224th Legion signing off.