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31st March, 2002. 1:22 am. Hi

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5th December, 2001. 9:51 am. December

I haven't written in this journal since October. Holy moly. Is that how you spell holy moly? And are those little round bugs really called roly polies? That's weird. I heard that David was in our class the other day, but I didn't see him at all, which gives me an eerie "Return of the Mummy" feeling. Creepy. I thought Potapov's entry about Nick's first cousin at Harvard was amusing. Nick's numerous family connections to that bright, happy institution are what he's counting on to make it in. Maybe he can party with David and Potapov. I'm still wearing sandals to school even though it's impossible to tell whether it will rain or not today. People give me shit for it all the time. Can't they just worry about their own feet? I dropped Physics so right now I'm staying home, cause I only have one class on wednesday even though it is run by the evil tominator. That guy has to be a robot, powered on alcohol. I should probably go to school now though, hopefully I won't get any more posts about me being "full of shit" and "changed." People who use livejournal to anonymously send insults are "full of shit," unless they're funny insults of course. I hate portables too. More handball walls, less portables = happier world.

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2nd October, 2001. 10:21 pm. Arby's

I guess we're reviewing Arby's for Campanile. Hmmm. ok. well, whatever, I'm sure Karin Chen enjoyed her meal. Spirit week is lame as fuck. Lame, Lame, Lame. The only good thing that happened this week is that my friends all got nominated for homecoming king/prince/whogivesafuck and it's hilarious because I'm sure none of them will even go to the dance. How sad is that? We won't even have a fucking homecoming king. Today was the weirdest rally ever. The buffugly cheerleaders danced around to the Britney Spears Pepsi commercial song. With pepsi cans. What the hayell? And the band played twice... Then I'm not really sure what happened but I think Katie Rorbaugh sang a song about spirit week rules while wearing a ratty looking wig. Jon, you have the coolest stories to tell about New York and I love reading your entries. I hope Lisa got rid of Brian, for some reason he reminded me of "The Big One" ewww. We threw out several photos of that beast. We gave out grades in Campanile today and a few people got a bit heated. No comment on that though, wouldn't want to get personally bitched at. I hope spirit week gets better, cause this is probably the worst it's been in years, at least every year I've been here. It would be really sad if we lost too, but I can see it happening. Oh well... I'm a senior, but I don't feel up so high. What was all that bullshit about? Fuck reading logs, fuck Aziz and the great circle and Passage to India in generally, but maybe I should finish that horseshit. Peace and love to all, I hope everyone who has seen the Campanile enjoyed it. Now I gotta bounce like a rubber cow.

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22nd September, 2001. 8:43 pm. Sickness

Production week made me sick. It went fine, but I'm slowly becoming more and more ill. At production it was just a sore throat, which gradually progressed to a stuffy/runny nose. Instead of resting I decided to cram about twenty people into my room to watch a funny movie that sloth, derek, brian and i made, and also watch Roarke and Matt R. attempt to drink a gallon of milk in an hour. Yes, we told them it was physically impossible because of the lactose, but it was entertaining anyways. Then, since i knew Roarke would throw up - he was drinking chocolate milk - we went outside, which made my throat even worse. Today I have just felt like crap, but Virginia came over to keep me company for most of the day, which was great. Now I think I have a fever and I know I'm being whiny and retarded, but I have to stay home on saturday night all alone coughing from deep in my lungs. Fuck. Just trying to brighten everyones day, hope everyone else is having a better weekend than me.

PS Roarke will try again next weekend if anyone would like to come over and watch. I think it should be sort of a sporting event.

PPS Special thanks to all past editors for teaching us well and to Laura, Chris, Lizzamajigger and any other staff member who reads these things for doing a great job on the first paper.

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13th September, 2001. 9:14 pm. Ghost busters

I guess we're not ghostbusters anymore bc some psycho bitch wrote a menacing letter to mrs. bakken explaining what a terrible idea it would be. She mentioned lumbering marshmallow men a lot. I don't think she understood the concept of slimer. Green . . . fun. . . cool . . . she thought we should send a political message by keeping the NY theme and saying, "Hey we support New York and the USA!" I didn't know that it was our responsibility to send a positive message to the world instead of having a fun time. Hmmm... perhaps i'm wrong, but whatever. Kathe is funny because she freaks out about anonymous posts. Kaethe, don't worry about it. Life will go on! We will triumph over terrorism and rule the world with an iron fist of freedom! Sweet. Live Journal - keep the drama alive. Peace, I'm out.

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12th September, 2001. 5:36 pm. Pepsi and Pizza

Fuckin shit. This week sucks. Fuck terrorism, fuck bc calc, fuck live journal. Does anyone read this shit anymore? If I wrote something funny now, would people think I'm an asshole? Today Laura said that if our float was New York, New York, then our skit could be about us trying to track down different terrorists. Bin Laudin (fuck you I'm not going to look that fucker's name up) could be the freshman and then we "hunt him down and punish him." That was amusing in a sick way. Haha, Laura probably loved that. I want sloth, derek, fred, mouseman, george and I to be the leaders of the spirit dance, and all we do is the party dance. tight. For all you that don't know what the party dance is (everyone), you're missing out. Kaethe, cheer up! Jon, don't breathe the air. Everyone else should sit down and watch Requiem for a Dream, and maybe you'll feel better about your situation compared to theirs, or then again maybe not. I think David Rizk should have been cast as the old man that yells "ASS TO ASS!" shit. David would love that. I'm going to go eat CJ's now.

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13th August, 2001. 5:53 pm. Damn you CrushLink, Damn you to HELL!!

I recently received several more e-mails from crushlink.net, which i quickly scrapped, except for one. This one said, "Get a THIRD HINT!! The best hint ever!!" Where ever my other two fucking hints were i don't think i'll ever know, but when i logged on to get the third one these fucking bastards wouldn't give it to me unless i registered at jobs.com so i could get more junk mail. God damn these ingenious sons of bitches. Fuck the third hint. Thank god I'm not single, or jobs.com might have gained a new idiot member. Jon, I love you too. Once again, the rest of you can simply fuck off.

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12th August, 2001. 4:02 pm. Crushmaster

Alright, who sent me the online crush thing. Have you people seen this vile contraption? You get an innocent enough looking e-mail that says "Hey you have a secret crush, come find out who it is . . ." Hey I'm taken, but what the hey, I'm curious, so I log on to CrushLink and put in my code and whatnot and then these sneaky bastards pull a fast one. You have to guess five people who might have the crush on you, and enter their e-mail addresses. So if you didn't guess right, all of these people who you guessed get an e-mail saying i have a crush on them. Rediculous! So sorry person who might have a crush on me but probably got fucked over by the same trap i almost fell into, I'm very very taken and if any guys (I'm pointing at you rizk, yi, berkowitz) sent me this bullshit, i'm not abby310@hotmail.com, so don't fuck with me. Peace in the hood my brothers and i suggest you try the malibu rum in the big ass bottle with the handle built in.

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3rd August, 2001. 9:04 pm. Hosers

Remember that word? Take of eh! Ya hoser. Jon, my real player is fucked up, but i caught a glimpse of that video you showed me. What i've seen is brilliant so far, the music really compliments the action. Jesus H. Christ . . . anyhoo, i've enjoyed reading potapov's deep and meaningful livejournals, so why don't the rest of you step up to the level of the competition? Met Jay Leno at my apartments in LA, he looked fuckin weird with all that makeup on, i also saw the back of soderburgh's head (fuck you if i spelled it wrong, if all the eds last year didn't catch it than you shouldn't either). About to get my drink on after more than a month, maybe i'll pull a misha. NO guys i wont break my arms!!! WHEEEE!!! uh oh ... If you want to hear some fucked up shit, download johnny rebel. Has anyone else discovered the genius program KaZaA ? It's scour exchange all over again so you can get lots of por- i mean television episodes fo flee!!!!! no way. Yilie called me up today, invited me to a party. Weird. Sounds like fun though, you all should go :! you like that face shit? Check this out &:) Happy man with supa fun hat. Wow. Been gone too long. Personal message to Allison Rose - I don't hate you!! How could i hate you? Let's hang out! The rest of you can fuck off for all i care. Just kidding! JK!!! No! FR! FOR REALS! ha ha. sorry this entry sucked ass (and no mark hammill to boot)

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23rd July, 2001. 7:58 pm. kick it

Yo, i just wanted to kick a special message to my homies and bitches in the PA. I hope none of you incoming seniors have read any of the invisible man or done any physics homework. Fuck that. Just wanted to say that i could be home sooner than you think so you'll have to plan my surprise welcome home party soon, break out the malibu, the aleze and the vodka, cause i'm coming to the party. I miss each and every one of you. Especially mischa and jon and that little q-tip kid who likes to drink wine.

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