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[ghunter]

I've realized over this break that I don't relax. I just get lazy. What this means, basically, is that during a span of time like this one, what concerns I have don't really get reduced; I'm simply less productive, my means of dealing with them less effective. With that said, the past week has been pretty nice. Not too many concerns to speak of

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[twirling_lapis]

Yay fabulous Wilco concert! The only bad thing is, I'm pretty sure in the future when I look back fondly on this concert, the thing I will remember most will be that awful leather vest man.

[twirling_lapis]

I now realize that last comment had terrible grammar and rather than fix it I'm just going to apologize here. Also, I was wrong, my pants are still wet.

[ghunter]

There's an infinite number of jokes I could make based on that last sentence, all of them in terrible, terrible taste. Really nice talking to you again, though--you'll enjoy your prospy-ing in April, I guarantee it.

[twirling_lapis]

Just in case Jim or someone reads this and is tempted to make one of those jokes...

I SPILLED WATER ON MY PANTS TONIGHT. TWICE. THAT IS ALL.

You had best make my prospy-ing worthwhile. I expect you to cook for me.

Also, I'm glad we hung out. Now I will force you to start an email correspondence with me so we can keep in touch fo' real.

[posaunelove]

Jim who?

[ghunter]

Probably Murdock. AM I RIGHT, Joe Scott!?

[f_e_fields]

Adam and I were walking on campus yesterday and we saw Murdock walking so we walked up right behind him and made faces at him and walked away with him beng none the wiser.

[posaunelove]

Oh my god that is funny.

[themendelblog]

I bet he noticed and was too polite to say anything (polite? or craaazy?). Then he went home and wrote a really, really slow song about it.

[bigtrucksrule]

SAY WHAT?!!?!