Roger or Rafa?

VS.

How would you like your eggs?

For the past few nights I've been with Rachael.  With no classes on Friday, it was the perfect opportunity for me to visit her at College Park.  We're perfectly entertained by one another's company, some music or move in the background, and at least a couple deck of cards.  However, after hours and hours of completely satisfying, yet sedentary, activity indoors, we ventured out into the cold last night, pedaling our bikes behind Christian, fashionably late for Friday's installment of juggling club.

Gathered in a racquetball court, jugglers of all kinds were, well, juggling.  Rachael and I scooted off to a side and juggled with three balls each while the rest confidently tossed pins, blocks and frisbees in the air in groups of five at least.  Everyone was juggling more than I could ever dream of handling until Matthew did a back-flip and landed, as gracefully as anyone could, on his nose-ish.  The amount of blood that came pouring out of his face was more than I wanted to photograph, so I snapped a later shot.  

Here he's cleaned up a bit, but is still red-handed:

We were able to move on, however, with the info that Matthew hadn't done any damage to his nose.  He would go on to say, "It doesn't hurt.  I just feel like I walked into a wall".   

Rachael on a unicycle, able to ride with the wall

After juggling club the gang met up at Potbelly's for better-than-subway-or-even-quizno-sandwiches/subs.  Potbelly's is the best because of the screaming employees and the screaming hot hot hot peppers (they've actually just got a nice bite).  We decided that we wanted to spend the rest of our Friday with each other and went back to apartment 725 to dance, dance, dance the night away.    

                                

This is before we turned off the lights and turned on the disco ball.

Matthew doing "Poi" with glowing balls

sweaty group shot

We all collapsed in physically-impossible ways in the end.

I can't stop listening to this:

Priscilla Ahn - Dream from Jay Kim on Vimeo.

Everybody's bloggin' while they're abroad. I'll blog while I'm still here.

I've had Irina for a little over a week now.  She's Russian, but originally from a Petsmart in North Carolina.  The first few nights with her were sleepless (for both of us...she's nocturnal).  Averaging about five miles a night on her wheel, Irina is very, very, noisy and stays noisy for many, many hours.  After only a week, however, the spinning sound of her wheel has begun to grow on me and I would even go as far as to say that it lulls me to sleep on occasion.

The lady at the Petsmart hand-picked for me the nicest hamster of the bunch.  Apparently I am pretty lucky to have found Irina because most of these Russian fluff balls can be pretty grouchy and with a penchant for biting off the fingers of those who want them desperately not to.  Instead, this Russian hamster is sweet.  During the day when she is sleepy, she will sit in a cupped hand and enjoy being petted.  And when the sun goes down, she has no problem following people around rolling at respectable speeds across tiles and hardwood floors in a plastic ball.

Oh, and she gets along quite well with the boy: