Barf Bags and Hall of Fames

Whattup?,
And thus, with a quick trip down to Ensanada, I have embarked on my journey into the abyss. I think that I can now successfully declare that I am the only person to have ever fallen ill before I stepped foot on the ship, and yet been totally fine once we set sail. Indeed, I did take full advantage of the barf bag on my flight from Phoenix to San Diego, but, have no fear, I feel much better. In fact, I feel so much better that I embraced the waves as they rocked me to sleep. Apparently Mom spoiled us because that was the best sleep I’ve had since I was Skyler’s age.
Before I fell asleep I did spend valuable hours practicing my Jewish faith. I found a free way to follow the Jets game. Refusing to waste any of my valuable internet minutes (I have 125 free minutes for the whole trip) I managed to follow the Jets game on CNN.COM with a group of fellow Jets fans. Today the Dean said we may have the capability to watch Sunday’s game (and we most definitely will get the Super Bowl).
My roommates name is Cameron. He is a nice fellow from West Bloomfield, Mich. He goes to Morehouse College; a private, all-male, historically black college located in Atlanta, Georgia. Luckily this is not UVA so I don’t need to site my sources (here it is 1 strike and your expelled) (On second thought, Wikipedia, just to cover my butt). Nice guy, no complaint.
Last night and this morning we had a bunch of orientation meetings. Unfortunately, I was too caught up not paying attention to actually pay attention. Just Kidding. Well, for the most part (the one about not jumping off the ship seemed a little unnecessary).
After the Orientation I went to the Lib. With a couple of Guy’s and we began planning our Japan trip. Looks like we will do Yokahama to Tokyo to Mt. Fuji back to Tokyo and then the bullet down to Kobe. Nothing is set in stone though, and there are deff. More updates to come.
Next we had this like involvement symposium (the UVA folk like sounding smart because Thomas Jefferson found their school—I would have preferred to just call it a club sign up). I signed up for intramural volleyball and basketball, as well as Yoga and Dance (IDK why; seemed like a good investment…).  They also have a Jew club on the ship, ironically headed by a catholic and protestant minister, so I signed up for that.
Finally, as I write to you all, my team just came in second place in the ship wide trivia challenge (6 people per team). We would have won, but my teammates didn’t believe me that the Tennis Hall of Fame was in Rhode Island. Thanks Dad for helping me and Rach with that puzzle (it’s in my closet if you don’t know what I’m talking about).
This is probably much more than any of you cared to hear, but soon enough you will miss me, so I reserve the right to write however much I want. I’m sad that I’ll be missing tomorrow’s lechaim, but Rachel is my least fav. Sister, so that’s at least some consolation.
I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Go Jets. Go Suns. Go Badgers. Go Me.