After months of anticipation and longing, we’ve finally traded in our longsleeve shirts for our tanks, purchased our fannypacks, and begun listening to Kendrick Lamar and A-Trak on repeat, over…and over…and over again. Guess what, Brunonia? We’re in the homestretch now: 12 Days of Spring Weekend, our favorite series of the year, is officially back in action.

For the next 12 days leading up to the main event(s), BlogDailyHerald will be here day in and day out to impart our Spring Weekend wisdom and give you pointers about how to make your Spring Week (un)forgettable. We’ll be coming at you with artist profiles, epic advice, weather forecasts, and repeat performances from Spring Week MVP Furby and last year’s Spring Week Rookie of the Year Michael Jordan.

Put on your rage hat, update your iTunes library, and start hydrating. It’s go time.

Furby is obviously a campus celeb, so it wasn’t surprising that he was invited to ride in style to last night’s Avicii concert at the University of Rhode Island. Although Furby is a big fan of Brown’s Spring Week, the little guy needed a change of scenery (read: Kingston, RI) in order to appreciate Spring Week all the more.

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His head is his body. He doesn’t really have shoulders. Knees? Only correctly proportioned and constructed mammals have those. And his toes are more like large pieces of felt. Despite these difficulties, Furby had an absolutely fantastic time at Binder after being rejected from BOTH Spring Weekend Concerts for trying to hide one of those little bottles of booze in his battery pack. More photos from Spring Week’s last hurrah after the jump. [Read more →]

Yesterday, Furby awoke at 4 pm to the afternoon sun shining brightly through his window and a warm breeze blowing on his face. He immediately called up his pal BearDailyHerald to hit the greens for the first genuinely gorgeous day of Spring Week. As he and Bear (who brought along a his awkwardly tall brother and mom-loving lady friend) were strolling across the Main Green, they soon bumped into President Ruth Simmons. She was truly taken with his blue-green eyes and Furby, who had never met President Simmons before, was immediately entranced with the magnificence she effortlessly emanates. While the photo-op passed in a moment, Furby went on to have a fantastic afternoon at the SPEC Day Carnival and beyond. More photos after the jump.

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Today Furby stared onto Benevolent Street, contemplating what kind of sadistic godhead planned a universe with rain in it. Alas, the weather could not deter him from getting fratty indoors–the golden, carbonated brew providing enough sunshine to make his day bearable. As he stumbled toward the computer to check tomorrow’s weather, he saw that it would be 61° and mostly cloudly. “A-loh may-lah, may-bee doo-ay,” he chirped. That’s Furbish for ‘good clouds, maybe fun.’ He proceeded to pass out standing up, snoring his insufferably loud Furby snore.

…and studying means having a nice long smoke on the benches. As it was Monday night of Spring Week, Furby decided it would be a good idea to pull an all-nighter and write his term paper: “Pelted with Fur: America and Furby at the Millenium’s End.” Now that he’s done, he can enjoy Spring Week as it was made to be enjoyed: perpetually inebriated and not in the library.

As prefrosh piled onto campus today, a slightly more furry (but equally wide-eyed) visitor also arrived at Brown. The plan seemed easy enough: acquire the most infamous toy of the late ’90s, mess around with it for a few hours, and end up with a perfect reboot for BlogDailyHerald’s long-dormant Nostalgia Trip column. But I soon realized Tiger Electronics’ reason for discontinuing the Furby–anyone can exhaust its capabilities in roughly two minutes. It sneezes. It whines. It gets scared when you turn it upside down. It says “yum” when you stick your finger in its mouth. It sleeps if you put it in a drawer. And when you remove its batteries, the fur-covered plastic cone enters Furby-rigor mortis, staring eerily at you with its plastic eyeballs.

Basically the Furby sucks–but then we had an idea: how would Furby spend his Spring Week? Would he sneak a Natty into the Ratty? Would he sing along to Das Racist on Friday afternoon? Would he bro out on Wriston? Check out the Blog throughout the week to see how Furby makes the most of Brunonia’s favorite week.