Zhanga: January 2005
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Monday, January 31, 2005 (7 comments)
Whoever is posting as Tim and Gene, you've gotta stop sucking. Gene was three feet away from me and being watched by me when "Gene" posted. Anyways, on to the regular post.
On Sunday, I went to pick up my dude. He's pretty cool. None of them are as good at ping pong as I had hoped, though =( How disappointing.
That poem took me forever last night. I had already written my really crappy poem, but the dumb analysis took soooooooooo long. I went to bed about seven hours after my dude. How lame.
Today was fun. Camp got super pissed. Well you know what? I think I'm going to be a total prick and own her on everything she gets wrong during class (basically every other word she says*), and crotch chop her every time. But after fifty minutes of this, I'm pretty sure I'll have crotch chopped so many times that my balls will be numb.
*Like when she said today that she treats us with respect. Yeah, nice respect when you tell us we suck at studying because we do poorly on your tests that are completely irrelevant to the material handed out. Oh, and your lab wasn't insulting at all. Especially the part about asking if we had learned how the metric system and unit conversions work. Thanks. Learn to neutralize acids before you decide to teach me how to measure your room with a meter stick, ok?
Watch. I'm going to be asleep by 10:00 tonight.
8:08PM
Saturday, January 29, 2005 (8 comments)
Dragos was supposed to come and party it up last night but the weather blows =(
And Science Bowl got canceled so there goes the fun for today =(
Since this weather killed Science Bowl, it better last longer and kill school on Monday, too.
But whatever, party anyways. Right now it's just Ronjon, Gene, and Yujing left. No one wants to drive or walk home because of the three inch ice outside plus the freezing rain. Weekend-long party!
I installed Counterstrike last night just so I could kill Eva, and guess what? I can't even beat her in a knife battle (I think the score was something like 1-4), and even with guns she still killed me a couple of times.
I think I just played the most awful match of doubles ping pong ever. My serving success rate was about 40% and serve return rate was about 25%. And I think Ronjon aced me once.
Time for more ping pong.
2:55PM
Friday, January 28, 2005 (4 comments)
Look what happens when you set Eva loose with Google in front of her:
Geez.
12:11AM
Wednesday, January 26, 2005 (7 comments)
I remember last year when I used to be a Gene updating machine. I've gotten lazy. Even Gene has slowed down. He only posts like three times a day now. What's going on?
This morning, I walked onto my driveway to wait for Drew. My cat came out of nowhere and started rubbing itself on my legs and feet again. Then it jumped up at me and tried to steal my food, so I gave it a piece. He started nibbling it when this other cat came out of nowhere. They did something that highly resembled French kissing for about fifteen seconds, then they scurried into a bush...
I often feel like giving Camp more chairs to fall off of. She is so gaaaaaaaaayyy! I can't wait till we get our tests back in March. Yes, the Scantrons.
I feel like I have a lack of things to write about here. Oh yeah, I know. I'll do the five people thing, except with teachers. I'm not randomizing this one.
- See #6 from Saturday.
- You're the nicest person alive. Seriously, there's just no one nicer than you. You seem to be a little more irritated at people this year than you were last year, though. I wonder what happened. I just wish you would know your subject matter a little better...
- So maybe you're not the nicest person alive, but I enjoy every moment of it. There is no other teacher who would make fun of their classes, students, and various other collections of people such as "squeaky" girls. I've never known a teacher who could teach me as effectively (though I don't speak for others...) or be as entertaining as you. You are just pure awesome.
- "Those vermin surely aspire to proselytize by catering to the inchoate cerebral faculties of irreproachable polymaths."
- Ugh, I'm going to skip Dr. Camp's paragraph because I just ate.
- Ok, so I hated your class and basically everything you did during class, and I don't think I learned much in your class, but whatever. At least you're a cool person, besides giving quizzes that I would get 26's on even if I studied intently the night before. I wish I had listened to you when you warned me against taking the Devil's class. You know what's funny... #2 (above) makes fun of stupid people during class and after class, and you make fun of me during class and maybe after class. Fun. But whatever, you're a cool teacher and I like you a lot. Even after trying to make me more "cultured" by telling me stories of the Bible during the middle of class...
That was enough of an update for now.
8:57PM
Sunday, January 23, 2005 (2 comments)
Ok, so I counted wrong. There are six statements, but they are directed at only five people. One of the statements is directed at a non-person.
Sorry for being a little harsh on #5.
I am going to sleep at a decent hour today. It will happen!
9:38PM
Saturday, January 22, 2005 (10 comments)
Time to do this:
Write 5 statements intended towards 5 different people but never tell them it was about them. The 5 statements can be something you would never say to their face or something you wish you would have said, but didn't.
Before I start, let me give a few warnings. I saw this on Fox's and Grebe's Xangas, and they don't say anything bad. Well, let's face it, I hate people. If you want me to write nice things, then... well, too bad. Also, I assigned the order using a randomizing method, so don't read into that.
- My life would be incomplete if I couldn't make fun of you every day of my life. You're serious when you need to be, and you're silly like a cheetah on pot (H&K!) at all other times. So maybe you lie too much, but I guess you make up for it by being you. You've always been there when I needed it. You could maybe try falling off less cliffs, though. I wouldn't want you to kill yourself and increase the average IQ of the world by a couple of points.
- For some time, we were as close as friends could be. We used to do everything together. I don't know what happened. You just... changed. I mean, it's not like we're not friends any more, but I just feel that I am just not that important to you any more. I feel like just another tool in your quest to reach your goal for the day. Whenever you talk to me, I always find myself asking, "Ok, what does he really want?" I guess everyone has his own priorities. Thinking of this makes me a little depressed. Whatever. Life goes on.
- You were annoying as balls in middle school, but I was even meaner than you were annoying. Then high school came along, and everything changed. In other words, I decided to quit being an ass. Sometimes (often), things suck, and you've been good at making them better. What would I do without you to tell all my troubles to? Or if I couldn't endlessly tell you how much I hate people? I love those moments when one of us says one or two words (or one of us gives the other a look), and we know exactly what the other is thinking. Those are some of my favorite moments. I remember one day when I looked forward, looked at you, looked forward, and looked at you again. You knew, to the word, the sentence that I never said. (I can't remember what it was, though.)
- Had I never met you, perhaps (and by that, I mean surely) I would be healthier, have higher grades, and not fall asleep every day in class. It's ok though, since technically it's that Park girl's fault, and you can just continue blaming her for our misery (err... happiness). And if I were to go back in time, I'd choose to lose my sleep again anyways. You're just too much fun to talk to. I can't imagine going a week without wasting (I mean... productively spending...) most of my waking time with you in some form. Every time I'm unhappy, you always manage to make me happy (Well, except once...). If I'm angry at something, even if it's something really stupid like Bill, talking to you always makes me smile. I don't know how you do it. It's ironic that you want to see me angry, because I don't think you ever will. It seems like you and my anger can't coexist near each other in space-time (Massive Dutter points right there!). I'd like to have met you earlier, but then again, that'd be bad. Either you would have made me gay by now, or we would both be dead from sleep deprivation. It's all your fault that graduation is going to suck for me. And one more thing... people suck. Or rather, you suck. =( But you're still awesome.
- Sometimes I like you, and sometimes I hate you. Sometimes I like you and hate you more at the same time. More often than not, I wish you would change. Every once in a while, when you momentarily realize that you should grow up and face reality rather than trying to act cute and pretend to be an innocent little girl, we have a nice, serious talk. I don't know if you actually mean what you say during these, but I always thought you would change. I'm blinder than a bat, I guess. You've only gotten worse. You need to get over your inflated pride. The fact that it took you three months to go from "I'm going to say sorry to you" to "sorry" (the first apology you have ever given me, in case you forgot) is not a good thing. How can you call things (yes, I'm talking about gays) "immoral" when (1) you're flirting constantly with like 75 different guys at the same time, (2) you're leading maybe a couple of them on, (3) the guy you liked is the the one you didn't flirt with and were a total bitch to, AND (4) you still call yourself an innocent, angelic girl? Wtf, mate? Having said that, I think that at least you have some redeeming qualities, unlike other people I know, who have nothing going for them. You're a smart girl, sometimes fun to be with, and occasionally funny. Sometimes, you even manage to be pleasant. I'll still miss you (um, more or less... )when we part this summer, though. And like they say, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger.
- I hate you. You completely ruined my junior year, and you are one of the ones who have no good qualities. I absolutely cannot find anything I like about you. You are a totally unreasonable bitch. There are people I don't care about, people I dislike, people I hate, and you, whom I loathe more than any other living creature on this planet. You view objectivity subjectively, distort logic, and disregard reason. I hope you die after a firecracker hits you, causing your lard to erupt in flames. At least the nation wouldn't need to turn on any heaters for the next couple of years.
Did you have fun?
11:31PM
Friday, January 21, 2005 (1 comment)
Yesterday was my GT interview. Debbie was nice enough to drive me there and back, and on the way there, this Mexican had his face plastered to the window of his car and was staring at her. His eyes were open as if they were about to pop out or something. It was a funny sight, though I guess she didn't like it too much.
Tomorrow's Berry College. I'm going to die. Be out of the house by 6 AM, and be home at like 10 PM. This is going to be a great day.
This semester is supposed to be easy. There goes that idea.
Camp's test today was the most concentrated piece of bullshit ever. I'll admit, the questions weren't as bad as the ones on the last unit test. But there was one problem: she covered none of the material, and assigned very little of it for homework. Those packets (which I read) contained the answers to like 5 of the 46 questions, and what she taught in class didn't cover any of the rest of it. Oh wait, she didn't teach anything in class.
Did she actually ever say the word "Watt" during class? I don't recall any instance when she did.
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7:41PM
Wednesday, January 19, 2005 (13 comments)
I have this awful headache right now. I almost never have headaches. The only headaches I ever have are of the kind that occur when one walks into metal poles or fall onto hard ground from elevated surfaces like tabletops or refrigerators. The valiant hero, Dr. Camp, can always be counted on to create problems for me.
Today was the visit to the composting facility and sewage plant. It smelled worse than shit. Imagine shit in a pile for six months... it's not even shit any more by that point. Ugh it was awful. Congratulations to Drew and Ronjon, who didn't go. You made the right choice, and you actually agreed with each other for once.
I was wearing three layers: a shirt, sweater, and a coat which remained buttoned and sealed the entire time at the composting facility. Somehow, even my inside shirt smells like feces. Even my boxers were awful! As soon as I walked in my front door, I just took off everything and left it in a pile. My mom got kind of mad at me when she came home and found all my clothes in a mound.
My washing machine is going to have to be replaced after this.
In addition to the smell, Camp gave us all this busywork to do while at the plant. I was actually interested in what the workers had to say at some points, but guess what? I couldn't pay attention because I had to do my busywork!
Then this evening was High Q. I heard that I'm not allowed to tell who won, but just as Edelstein warned us, Bremen gave us a brutal beating. Hell, Chuck even said that we were the challengers (rather than the defenders). Anyways, let's just say that Bremen did fall slightly short of the 2000 points predicted by Edelstein, but nevertheless, they did give us a good scare and made us rather nervous when they got that one precious tossup.
There was a Chinese dynasty bonus. My mom is going to watch it and kill me for the clueless look on my face since I didn't know any of them.
I better get a really hot girl as my exchange student person. Mary might get jealous =P [if she doesn't get a hotter girl.]
11:45PM
Monday, January 17, 2005 (5 comments)
Yes, I did reverse the order of the comments, in case you're wondering. I think it makes more sense if the oldest are on top, so if you're reading a flame war, then you can read it in a more sensible manner. If my comment thing was broken for the past 24 hours or so... uh, whoops. It's fixed now.
My mom likes Mary soooooooo much. Mary took me to Waffle House this morning, and then my mom called and asked two or three minutes of questions about where I was, etc. As soon as I mentioned that I was with Mary, my mom just quit asking things and left me alone.
Watching Harold & Kumar at Newman's house was great. The movie was even better the second time because I didn't catch a few of the things the first time. What a masterpiece. There was even a special feature about the battle shits.
There was a "Hostility Towards Christianity" thing at JFBC this weekend, and Mary wants me to go there next week... this will be fun.
It's 6:57 and it feels like 11. What's wrong with me?
If you don't like someone, go to their computer and play udial.wav really loudly (or even moderately loudly). Their speakers will blow. Go ahead and try it at home ;-)
7:00PM
Sunday, January 16, 2005 (3 comments)
Best spam ever!
Believe me.
You may give her flowers and presents.
You may take care of her and love her.
But the best you may make for is to be the #1 lover.
This candy will help you.
Get erection whenever you want.
What creativity. If only it were longer... then I could use it for Fleenor's poem assignment.
I put my cardboard box computer into an upgraded cardboard box. It's in a red and yellow moon cake box now with patterns and stuff on the outside. Even my mom laughed at that.
Today was pretty fun. My mom woke me up at 10:20 this morning, which gets me off to a happy start. Even better is when she orders me to remove all the grass from a section of my front yard so she can plant flowers there. Have you tried pulling out grass? Those roots are like 16 feet long! So I was sweating in a t-shirt at a 45 degree wind chill.
In the afternoon, the High was sold out, so we went to the Coke place. I'm pretty full of soda and gas right now. Wilcox trying to parallel park is pretty funny. The angle between the side of his car and the sidewalk was about 35 degrees.
After loading ourselves with Coke, we went to the Underground. Other than walking around, there were two highlights:
- The magic shop guy who got mad because his card trick was so glaringly obvious that it distracted me from actually paying attention to the trick. (They also had "Foxes" on sale there. Wonder what those might be.)
- The stupid, stupid, STUPID lady who saw Charles, Fox, and I walking past the food place she was working at. She said "Sir?" followed by a jumble of heavily accented stuff, followed by "konichiwa!" Good job, idiot. Worst of all, I think she was looking at me when she said it. I wanted to spit in her face, Jurassic Park style, but I was afriad I might miss and get some dino-juice on the big black guy in line, so I restrained myself. (You know, in Jurassic Park, when the fat guy loses his glasses and gets owned by that somethingraptor that spits in his eye and eats him in his Jeep.)
I got a Coke glass so I don't have to keep using the Pepsi cup that Wendy gave me. As much as I love the Pepsi thing, it just doesn't fit me that well, you know?
8:41PM
Friday, January 14, 2005 (3 comments)
YEAH! Suck this! Stupid Cobb County Board of Creationism whores.
$50 says that Ms. Cheshire is crying in front of her class right now.
1:28PM
Thursday, January 13, 2005 (5 comments)
I love it when I wake up to find my mom yelling at me because she got angry over something I did when I was asleep. I always appear awake to my mom when I'm actually asleep, making her think that I'm intentionally ignoring everything she says. She was sooo mad today when I woke up, but I never did figure out exactly what it was she got mad at me for, because it was something I did while I was asleep.
APES paper, here I come!
11:25PM
So I was leaving, and Charles drives up in his SUV and stops about six inches from me, and I am next to his open window. The obvious thing for me to do was to hold up my middle fingers for him. Hopkins didn't seem to like this and replied with some loud yelling.
I don't particularly like coming home after any event, singing Everytime to myself, and not being able to hear myself.
1:19AM
Sunday, January 9, 2005 (12 comments)
Why do people have to be such douchebags?
Let's see. On the way to LAMP, Edelstein, in a van of fifteen people, turned the radio to some station that only he wanted to listen to, had the balance faded all the way to the rear, and turned up the volume almost all the way. I was sitting near the middle of the van, and my ears were about to bleed because it was so loud. The people in the back must have been having a fun time. So we yelled at him to fade it to the front and turn it down because everyone was getting extremely angry.
He wouldn't do it and just ignored us, and by this time five or ten minutes had passed and I was about to explode. Anything that prevents me from sleeping makes me very, very angry. So I got out of my seat, squeezed my way to the front, and turned the radio off. He turned it back on, told me not to touch it, and gave me a really angry look. I was pretty close to just punching him in the face. It took a good five minutes after that for him to finally turn it off, and so far no one even knows why he did this. What was he trying to accomplish? Make us all quit? Because if this happens again, either Edelstein or I will leave this club.
Then a couple of hours later, we're out looking for a place to eat. No more than half the van agreed on any place we passed until we passed a Chinese buffet. There were only two dissenters, James and Edelstein. James said he'd go, though, since everyone else wanted to go and he's not a douchebag. But Edelstein refused to stop because he, unlike James, is a douchebag. It took another ten minutes or so before he finally gave up and turned around to go there.
Okay, that's not all. During lunch today (at LAMP in Montgomery), he wouldn't even let us leave the building to play frisbee. What is this!? Can we not handle ourselves outside the building? Are we going to get lost? Are we going to get run over by cars? Are you an idiot?
Yeah, I know he goes to my site occasionally. And if he reads this, I don't care.
Umm, on the way back, Jason asked me, "Are you planning to sleep?" Not that this is douchebaggy or anything like that, but it came into my thoughts just now and I just thought it was just a tad bit humorous.
So then Tyson (besides harassing Fox), decided that he would play with my ear. You know, I love the things people do to me when they think I'm asleep. Especially if they are girls ($50 says Ronjon thought of something obscene right here), because then if I jump up or make a sudden motion, they get scared and scream. It's just not so fun if it's in my ear.
Anyways, Tyson probably thought I was asleep and was sitting behind me. He started playing with my ear and rubbing my ear. I was wondering what he was trying to do, so I waited about 15 seconds. But he just kept on feeling my ear. My gay threshold was exceeded in this period of time, so I asked him what he was doing. He actually denied doing anything. This is the level of maturity I expect in future US armed forces personnel.
And then, of course, we have really cool people who mess with other people's cars because it's really cool. It's really cool to draw all over Charles's and James's cars with marker, stick maxi pads and tampons on them, throw candy all over them, put stickers on the glass and paint, spray unknown shit on the tires, and who knows what else.
Well, let me tell you, the stickers do not come off easily. The sticky part bonds itself to the car strongly, and it doesn't just come off when you peel it because it tears. The maxi pads leave a plastic film... now that is fun to remove. Writing about this makes me angry, so I'll stop now.
Have fun with the police.
Oh yeah, and we won LAMP.
Wouldn't it be great if there was a device into which you could just scream all your anger and frustration? I really want to do this. Oh yeah, I just remembered that punching bag I got a little while ago. I think it's time to put it to use.
(Note: Oops... I cut my finger.)
On to my regular Firefox ad:
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1:50AM
Thursday, January 6, 2005 (7 comments)
My schedule is ok. At first I was told that I wouldn't have zero period, but I guess that changed:
0: Comparative Government, Overstreet
1: Biology, Greenberg
2: AP Life, Fleenor
3: Lunch
4: Dyke Paradise, Camp
5: Multivariable Calc, McWilliams
I like having lunch fourth because I am actually hungry at that time. I'm not that hungry third period. But this is not really a bad thing, because having lunch right before Dyke Paradise makes me really sleepy in Dyke Paradise. I fell asleep in there today and didn't really notice that I fell asleep.
Now, on to the big news. This is, of course, that Dragos came here today to visit. He walked in with five boxes of pizza about two minutes after McWilliams checked my homework (which I did in invisible ink, of course), and disrupted class to the point that it became a party rather than a class. We walked into Dutter's class, killing whatever learning aka confusion was taking place in there. And that class is booooooring. They weren't even constantly disrupting class or making Dutter angry. What kind of AP Physics class is that?!?
So after LAMP practice, we had frisbee with Dragos until like 6:20, when some people went to Charles's for a final day of jumping on the trampoline. I was running around when someone pushed me, so I kind of fell halfway off the thing and totally racked myself. Total crotch owning. Owww.
Actually, it's ok, because Dragos was the only other one that did this. This makes me feel almost like a superhuman. At the same time, though, it felt kind of like I got Toxic Avenged.
Here's today's addition to the quotes page:
Gene: "Ai, how are you in bed?"Ai: "I wouldn't know."
Gene: "Dave, how is Ai in bed?"
Ai: "He wouldn't know. Why don't you ask someone who would, like Vijay?"
When this happened, I got out of my seat in the commons and walked far away from the table because I thought my nachos were about to explode out of my mouth and onto the table. This was beyond funny. It totally made my day.
Does anyone find this rather ironic?
ChinkBoi101: yo
ChinkBoi101: next year
ChinkBoi101: when ur outa walton high
ChinkBoi101: u can be sure i'll keep ur legacy alive
Does he plan on making fun of and pulling pranks on himself next year or something?
10:50PM
Monday, January 3, 2005 (18 comments)
Edit: Oops. I forgot to clarify that the order of the lists isn't the same. A1 isn't the same person as B1.
Ok, let's play the guess-who game again, because it seemed fun last time. The first list is what I might say to people, and the second list is what people might say to me. The same ten people make up both lists. See if you can match them and tell who they are =)
A: I'm talking
- Whoooreee! Wanna sex?
- QUIT STARING AT THAT PICTURE OF MY ASS
- yur a bitch
- Hey fag. Ping pong?
- So lemme get this straight... Eva was good last night until she realized that she was doing you, a non-Indian?
- We said "good night" eight hours ago... soo... why am I not asleep?
- You're so cute!! [cheek pinching]
- I can't believe you think my sister is intimidating. She is too scared to even look at you.
- Wait, tell me again why I am not allowed to wear that Abercrombie thing...?
- It's not spelled guh-guh, may-may.
B: I'm listening
- Sorry I was late. I was, uh, [makes hand motions] in the shower.
- I can't stop staring at Tiffany's ass. Wait, what? Girls are people, too? Oh.
- btw, i say btw too much
- Don't be sad, be gay!! ^^
- Did you know my dad had breakfast with Calvin?
- OMG I wish you were a girl, because then we could have slumber parties! kekekeke^^
- i hate. his. stupid. asdifojadfoij.
- Quit foxing!! Go to sleep!
- i hate yu, bitch~
- I wanna see you be mean. [30 seconds later] Waaaahhh!! Why are you so mean to me?!?
While you ponder that, entertain yourself with these interesting lyrics:
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Dadadddaddadaddadadadddadadada
Nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nnyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Nnn nn nn nn nn nn n nn nnn nn nn nnn nnn nnnnnnnn
Dddddddd ddadadadadaddadadadadadaadadadadadad
BOOM
Nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu
BOOM
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM
BOOM
Nyunyunyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu nyu
BOOM BOOM
BEEP BEEP
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Dadadadadada
Ddadad
BOOM BOOM
BBEP BEEP
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
BOOM
(Unintellgibile)
Ddudndundun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dund
Dododododododododododododododododododododododododododo
DRUM DRUM DRUM
Ddodododododoododododododododoodododododododo
Chi chi chi chi chi chih
BOOOM
I did not know that Sandstorm had lyrics. I thought it was just techno. I also didn't know that "Unintellgibile" is a word. What is that, a mutant type of liver secretion?
8:58PM
Sunday, January 2, 2005 (3 comments)
My mom was telling me about how my dad was being dumb Friday morning. Well, afternoon, rather, because that's when he was trying to make my sister make me get up:
Dad: "去把儿子叫起来!"
Sister: "爸爸..."
Dad: "快点，去叫儿子!"
Then later, we had another one of those RCP + srag (r for random) parties. I haven't really decided whether it's more taxing to be with eight srags or one, because when there's eight, at least they can talk to each other about hair and perfume and Vic and I can nod and smile and agree that yes, that archer person is reaaally hot even though at first, I wasn't sure whether Legolas was supposed to be male, female, a bad cross-dresser, or something else altogether. But anyways, when there's just one srag, I'm kind of in a hole, aren't I?
My four or five hours with her were rather... unconventional, and quite awkward at moments, so I'll just forget about trying to tell stories about what happened there. Except that we played ping pong for a while, and on quite a few occasions, the ball got slammed hard back and forth at least three or four round-trips (Note: I haven't been able to do this with anyone ever before, not even Tiffany's brother, who came the closest.). Unfortunately, most of the time it ended by landing on my side and hitting the wall behind me rather than my paddle because I suck.
I got made fun of for my stupid-looking faces while playing ping pong. I guess there's really no one to blame for that other than me, because I can almost see my silly faces myself when I try to do something with the paddle or my feet that I really shouldn't be doing. At least there were no flying kicks yesterday. Gene's the only one who's had that privilege, and hopefully he'll remain the only one.
Charles's party was fun. Too much sex going on between random people, though. This reminds me of the "find a random mate and get into a large open area" bio lab.
1:09AM
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