It's been four days since we started living here in the hab, and life here is falling into a normal routine. I'm no longer surprised by the brewing stench of the toilet nor is Elizabeth complaining every other second about being filthy. The novelty of being out in the desert is slowly wearing off, and we're getting used to how things are done around here.

It finally hit me today of how we are only six college students. I keep on expecting to see more faces, but as I count them off 1, 2, 3, cat, 4, 5, and... an occasional friendly Martian. That's it. There are no more of us here. Once we are in sim, we'll no longer see friendly Martians either. As a college student living in a major city, I'm surrounded by a gamete of people, and there is a stifling feeling (like a sixth sense) that there are people around you. The life here out in the hab is a stark contrast compared to that, and it's a peaceful yet lonely feeling.

I really love the dynamic we have in this crew. We kid around, joke around, and make fun of each other. We're discovering new aspects of each other that we didn't know about like how Erik's cooking spurs a flurry of inanities, Jonathan is really gangsta', Elizabeth is Captain Oblivious, Emily's butt is photogenic and Dean's pitch goes up when he talks to cats. We have a really good time out here.

I've always wondered how other crews function, and each must have their own unique narrative that occurs within this setting of MDRS. For our crew, there are spontaneous moments that can occur only because we are all college students. I'm not sure how many people who are reading this entry will understand it, but we get a good laugh with an appropriately placed mention of "Liopleourodon" or "My spoon is too big" or "WTF Mate."