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Bruce Lee weighed 128 pounds when he died.
Bruce Lee trained Chuck Norris and Kareem Abdul Jabar.
Bruce Lee wore a yellow jumpsuit with black arm stripe (like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill Vol. 1).
Bruce Lee could steal a a quarter from your outstretched palm and replace it before you could finish closing your hand. He was that fast.
Bruce Lee could do one-finger pushups, on one hand.
Bruce Lee was a god.
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I got into Intro. to Computer Art. This pleases me. It should be pretty cool. If I like it, maybe I could do something crazy and switch into VPA for computer art. Video games, animation, etc.
Bitchin'? Shit yeah.
I'm also taking some required, writing-intensive Anthro course (Global Relations).
And Honors International Relations.
And Philosophy of Art.
And a one-credit "Arts & Society" seminar.
And a Sophomore Fiction Writing Workshop.
And maybe Human Sexuality.
One day, 9:35am.
Two days, 11:30am.
One day, 12:50pm.
Those are my earliest classes. Oh... And no Friday classes.
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I received another credit card application in the mail today. On the provided business reply envelope was a warning: "Tampering with this envelope or its contents may result in legal action [below this warning was a 'customer locator code']."
Shouting "fuck the system," I made a magazine-letter-cutout paper that read "yOU STinK," and cut off the 'customer locator code.' I dropped the envelope in the mailbox.
Viva la revolución.
Bruce Lee trained Chuck Norris and Kareem Abdul Jabar.
Bruce Lee wore a yellow jumpsuit with black arm stripe (like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill Vol. 1).
Bruce Lee could steal a a quarter from your outstretched palm and replace it before you could finish closing your hand. He was that fast.
Bruce Lee could do one-finger pushups, on one hand.
Bruce Lee was a god.
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I got into Intro. to Computer Art. This pleases me. It should be pretty cool. If I like it, maybe I could do something crazy and switch into VPA for computer art. Video games, animation, etc.
Bitchin'? Shit yeah.
I'm also taking some required, writing-intensive Anthro course (Global Relations).
And Honors International Relations.
And Philosophy of Art.
And a one-credit "Arts & Society" seminar.
And a Sophomore Fiction Writing Workshop.
And maybe Human Sexuality.
One day, 9:35am.
Two days, 11:30am.
One day, 12:50pm.
Those are my earliest classes. Oh... And no Friday classes.
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I received another credit card application in the mail today. On the provided business reply envelope was a warning: "Tampering with this envelope or its contents may result in legal action [below this warning was a 'customer locator code']."
Shouting "fuck the system," I made a magazine-letter-cutout paper that read "yOU STinK," and cut off the 'customer locator code.' I dropped the envelope in the mailbox.
Viva la revolución.