It is finally here, the week before finals. The meter was already ticking when we entered the rooms of our first class but only now do we realize what we have or haven't accomplished. I'm not sure about the rest of you, but right now, I just want this semester over ( Read more... )

The one and only death bomb is back on campus. Feel free to drop by and breathe in the fumes known as my aura of contagion or gasp at my sleep deprived eyes. I'll be around all day for the next few days as I attempt to recover and do work at the same time ( Read more... )

I'm diseased and it is contagious infectious for serious. If I see you in class, kiss your health good bye.

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My AIM account as of now, seems to be hijacked. The password has been changed and the password retrieval system fails to cooperate.

I'll set up another one soon enough, till then, ignore whoever the fuck GrumbleAttack may be used by for now.

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"I look like a white person. DISGUSTING!"

"Oh my gosh! I think I cut myself... Yep... I cut myself. It's bleeding."

And... event-wise... we owned a Mexican. Yes.

Realize rule number one of the Boeve system.

Highest point of anger in a long time. Advised to avoid aggro dog.

Skipped the first class of my college career. Chinese 101. Boo yeah?

Now to work on my papers.