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April 29, 2004 -- 11:04 AM
posted by Beck

    The "don't go to class for 2 months and you'll be fine" system prevails once again...
    Say hello to mister B- and C+

    Muahahahaha

    Once again... my condolences to those that failed these courses

April 29, 2004 -- 10:22 AM
posted by edo

April 29, 2004 -- 12:01 AM
posted by Par

    ... fucking Stanford quizzes... can't fucking put a fucking </font> tag at the fucking end of their fucking copy and fucking paste code...

    P, that Cleveland description seems to fit well...

    Albert, what the heck are you doing?

    Andy, thanks for pointing out that essay. Brilliantly rambly. I don't think I've read the word 'white' so much in one essay.

April 29, 2004 -- 12:00 AM
posted by P

April 28, 2004 -- 3:30 PM
posted by Beck

April 28, 2004 -- 11:27 AM
posted by anonymous

April 28, 2004 -- 10:25 AM
posted by alison

    okay, fine, I guess I am mom...
    but at least it's Loose Lois ;)

    Which Family Guy character are you?
    hmm... so Stanford students have enough time on their hands to create quizzes, eh?

April 28, 2004 -- 12:09 AM
posted by edo

Hey Par, sorry I didnt make it out to the movie last night. Tried giving you a phone call last night, but you were already gone.

April 28, 2004 -- 12:01 AM
posted by .eric.

    you're wearing that toxic ass shirt foo!
    (addicted to you cause you know that you're toxic)

April 28, 2004 -- 12:01 AM
posted by nobody knows my face

    and now this scene will set on distant rows of telephone poles
    wheeling and collapsing upon itself like spinning black holes
    at the end of oblivion.

    Meditate to the omnipresent hum of spinning black wheels
    filling the voided holes of silence, so this is how it feels
    a natural proclivity.

    linear thoughts quell the undulating tempest of our souls
    a linear road atlas plot, and on and on the pavement rolls
    a wandering mind avian.

    and now this is how it feels






    ^That's me saying goodbye for the next 9 days...

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