VIT PSA

I am sick AGAIN! (Just FYI, I was deathly ill about 6 weeks ago). Okay, maybe not deathly, but there were many days I thought I would cough up both my lungs. It was lame. It sucked. But I recovered. Now here I am, 6 weeks later with goopedy goop clogging up my sinuses and dripping out my nose.

Where were you on that one, immune system?

I'm afraid someone has hacked into my immune system. I may be the victim of viral identity theft*. I have only recently come to realize the seriousness of V.I.T. and know I need to spread the word to others so they may not become victims! I have scripted the following Public Service Announcement to achieve this goal:

Good Afternoon,
I am Priscilla Neve, recent victim of viral identity theft. Every year, thousands of innocent individuals become prey to immune system hackers. V.I.T. is a serious problem that costs millions of dollars each year in medical bills and decreased work productivity. Only you can prevent this terrible ordeal from affecting you and those you love. Take the necessary precautions to ensure your immune system is as strong as possible. Make sure to upgrade your skin wear yearly, and check your health score daily. Take caution around others who sneeze, cough, and appear lethargic, for they are most likely the individuals to hack into your immune system. For those who have become victims of V.I.T. in the past, the only way to ensure full recovery of your identity is to invest in a sterile plastic bubble. Only once the body is away from contaminated air can the immune system be restored to its original owner. For information on how one can overcome V.I.T. using protective bubbles please refer to this website. Please spread the word about this horrendous new form of theft. After all, knowing is half the battle.


*V.I.T. was first identified by Mr. Chad Tagge, Biomedical Engineer

Celebration Song

I have a kick-ass tradition (Yes, I used the A-word. This tradition is THAT cool).

After I take my last final at the end of a semester, no matter where I am I listen and dance to Styx's Mr. Roboto.


The tradition started at the end of my second semester at the U in April 2006. (My grandma passed away at the end of my first semester, and I was just trying to get through it, let alone take time to celebrate once I was finished). As I was walking away from the classroom I felt overjoyed, nay, TRIUMPHANT! I was strolling along, listening to my lil' blue iPod Nano (totally old-school now) and Mr. Roboto came on.

It was beyond perfect.

The music poured through my body. First it started in my legs. It then moved to my torso, and finally to my arms. I started pumping my fist, randomly pointing in the air, movin' and groovin' to the beat. I didn't care who saw me, I was victorious! I had conquered my first year of college and was now celebrating by doing the robot in the middle of the University of Utah campus.

A tradition was born.

Since then, Mr. Roboto is my official song for all things that need celebrating. Though mostly saved for the prime end-o-semester victory dance, it also provides a boost of happiness at the finish line of any successful venture.

And today's dance was better than all the rest. I wasn't just celebrating the end of a semester. I was celebrating the end of an era. An era full of papers, textbooks, falling asleep in class, and pulling a few all-nighters to get that procrastinated assignment finished.

I am finally done with my undergraduate career.

With that wonderful, nay EPIC, statement, I leave you with the video that started it all.

Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto. Domo, Arigato.