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Man, I'd say this was a sweet weekend. Sum it up, party at Stan's, chilled here, jammed at ryley's, chilled and played hackey sack. Pretty dope. I could go in to detail, but frankly, it doesnt matter. That's all that does. But I'm freakin'. I got an english magazine due wednesday, and I have a history project due like...last thursday? I dunno, a long fuckin' time ago. So I'm hopin' Greg Chaboyer is gonna let me in on that project he was talking about. That'd be dope. He's an aiight guy, I dunno wtf everyone's got against him. Well, I can think of reasons, but hey, we all have faults. I for one have crabs. They'll pinch your nuts....with their feet. (For those Dave Chappelle fans) And yeah, spare first tomorrow but I gotta figure out wtf is happening with Golf. Maybe Tara knows, I should ask her. I'm talking to her right now, so I might as well. Payce.