MMBOP.

Ladies, I know what you're thinking: Oh my goodness, my middle school crushes, HANSON, came to Tulane. Well, you are correct. Those bodices blondes came to Tulane with their luscious locks to promote their AIDS awareness campaign.

I still don't really have a voice from screaming "I LOVE YOU ZACH! PLEASE MARRY ME." He's considering it.
Happy [belated] Halloween!! We had a pumpkin carving fiesta at my sorority house. No one really trusted me with a sharp knife, so I was the designated photographer.
We celebrated Arbor Day here at Tulane's campus. We planted so many trees throughout Tulane's campus. Mother Nature would be so proud of us.

Baltimore celebrities and dedicated blog followers, Heidi and Paul Goldberg (AKA my Parents), came to visit me. They were a pretty big hit on the Tulane campus. None of my friends really escaped without a hug from my mother. They're already planning their return trip. (And thank goodness because my laundry pile is getting pretty high.)

On an unrelated note, I went to Harrah's!! Sure, I lost ten dollars, but I felt pretty cool doing it.

Greek Week/Happy Birthday to ME!!!!

This is probably as close to the Olympics as I'll ever get: TULANE GREEK WEEK OLYMPICS!!!

This has to be the biggest game of Twister-EVER. Needless to say with my minimal athletic ability and non-existent flexibility, we decided it would be best for the team if I sat that round out.
After Twister was a giant game of tug of war. All those hours sculpting the guns in the gym must have paid off because we won!!
Thank goodness there needed to be a designated photographer because human pyramid wasn't really my calling either. While the pyramid is impressive, let us not neglect the amazing angle and awesome photography skills OF the pyramid.

Something I am good at is celebrating birthdays! I turned 21 this weekend! YAAAY!!!! I know, I am the oldest sophomore--ever.
Just needed a close up of the cake. Apparently this cake is most popular amongst 2-4 year olds but I see no reason why a 21 year old can't get equal enjoyment.

Later, Gator.

For all you dedicated blog followers out there, come visit Tulane and let me be your tour guide! That's me. Giving a tour.

I told a lot of bad jokes that day. I hope that didn't deter people from coming to Tulane.
We just had Fall break! My sister came to visit. I picked her up in that awesome gator hat. She tried to pretend like she didn't see me.
We went on a gator swamp tour in the Louisiana Bayou. The gator looks harmless now but once that little guy puts on some holiday weight, he'll be almost 500 pounds. The little kids next to me didn't even scream as loud as I did when I held it.

This was swimming literally next to me. It was really fun going on the boat tour, but I'd much rather look at pictures of alligators than be that close to one ever again.
Our crazy tour guide had alligators doing tricks. Watch out Animal Planet, I think I found the next Crocodile Hunter.

Here Comes Homecoming

Here at Tulane, we don't only pride ourselves on beauty and brains... but also ATHLETICS!! Welcome to Homecoming Weekend!!

Fearless French horn mastermind, Laura Meagher, gave the camera (and Marshall--our opponents ::boo!!!::) her most fierce look of intimidation. It's hard to make a band uniform look so good.

Tulane football is too intense for a college stadium, so we chose to play in the Superdome.

Basically the whole school came out to watch the game. And while we may have let Marshall win this game, we most certainly put up a good fight.

These boys make even the cheerleaders look spiritless.

On an unrelated note, HALLOWEEN IS COMING!!! Not sure what I'm going to be yet, but as you can see, I'm currently working on some options.

So we're only at the halfway mark to Mardi Gras, but that doesn't stop the Mardi Gras Indians from coming out to party.

Tipitina's, the greatest place on this side of the Mississippi, always has exciting bands and performances. Last Saturday night, some Mardi Gras Indians shook their tambourines and broke out the dance moves for us. I haven't asked yet, but I'm hoping to borrow one of these outfits for Halloween.
Speaking of costumes, SOUTHERN DECADENCE was a couple of weekends ago. It's pretty hard to keep up with all the New Orleans festivals. It's usually safe to always assume there's something hip happening in the quarter and simply go downtown in costume. 
I am clearly the product of being the youngest child. Having minimal laundry experience, I tragically washed my whites with some purples. Though this picture does not do justice, lets just say this polo is now used for sleeping only. 
You're probably wondering to yourself, 'who that really fit and good looking person is in the black shirt?' Though I am also wearing a black shirt in this picture, I was talking about Joe our fearless ABS, BUNS & THIGHS teacher/guru. We had a sorority day at the gym--three days later and I'm still sore. 
If you're not in college yet--take notes because I have discovered the ultimate sleeping solution. It's not my roommate's fault that I require 12+ hours of sleep a night and go to bed at 8PM--so, $3 later we have fixed the problem: A SLEEPING MASK. I never claimed to be the coolest kid alive.

Target's stock just went up...

This one's for you, Mom! 

First day of school--Sophomore year! I realize I am in my (super cool) pajamas, but I was just so excited, I couldn't wait! 

I would argue that I am Target's best customer. 

 The gang and I set out the first night back on campus to buy a bunch of things we didn't need and probably will end up stuffing under our beds. We were successful.

We were successful at avoiding the Freshman 15! Now it's time to worry about the Sophomore 16... So we chose Weight Watcher ice cream.

Hannah clearly has beauty AND brains; it was so hot out, she went straight to standing in the freezer.

They remembered us from last year! What can I say? I'm just trying to help fix this recession. 

Summertime Stories

We can get pretty crabby in Baltimore...

We both felt the need to each buy two of those hats...for obvious reasons.

I became so cultured this summer! Behind me you see the Washington Monument. It started raining shortly after, so 'Operation Turn Maya into a Cultured American Citizen' was cut relatively short. Luckily I'm only 20, so there's still time. 

This summer I ran with a group called Back On My Feet! 

Back On My Feet is a non-profit that "promotes the self-sufficiency of the homeless population by engaging them in running as a means to build confidence, strength and self-esteem." Check out the website! It's the best cause! (And will force you to get in shape!!!)

While summer was fantastic, nothing could take my mind off of Tulane, New Orleans, jazz music, ridiculously delicious food and every other positive thing about this place which is just too many to name. 

Tulane, here I come!