Stupid philosophers
Kaitlin screams when tickled. I've known this for a while. But I haven't taken much pleasure from it until recently. Bwahahhahahawww.
Isaac across the hall bought a DDR pad online, and Stephanie and I haven't stopped bugging him since. I think he found one of the bugs, though, and now he's probably on to us. After all, he got a 1600 on the SATs and he's good with technology like that. Now I have to watch what I say. He's probably collecting a file.
My Kleenex are gone. I should have told my parents that today.
I get to register for classes Tuesday. If my schedule succeeds like the brilliant masterpiece that it is, I will have only a 50-minute class on Mondays, and my first classes on Tuesday-Friday would start at 11:40 each morning. Delicious.
Ray says, "Cancer is actually caused by radioactive animals." Of course, he has also said, "You know, I'm half black", "I was born in Iceland", and "When he was 3 he invented sushi." I swear he's a pathological liar.
Consensus: If Stephanie were to only talk during 3-4 hours of the day, she would still utter as much per day as the normal person. Especially if those 3-4 hours are 10pm-2am.
[Filler paragraph that doesn't contain any pertinent or non-pertinent information about anything I've done lately.]
I can't make Honors Chorus tomorrow. I blame Gottlob Frege and Hilary Putnam.
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There was a really drunk guy on the bus back from West after "Beauty and the Beast" this morning around 2. He stuck his hand at me, smiled widely and declared, "Hi! I'm Tyler! Who're you?"
I said, "Jay" and shook his hand. He greeted Sarah, Stephanie and June in turn. June was funniest: Tyler is June's lab partner. Tyler was very drunk. Tyler couldn't remember my name when he went around trying to recall names.
Quoth he: "June!...
"STEPHANIE!...
"Sarah!...
"...Brett?"
I: "Jay."
He: "...Todd?"
I: "Jay."
He: "I know a guy named Jay Todd."
Then he leaned over and said, "And I met a guy named Jay tonight, [whispered] that's you!"
Then he hit his head on the back of the bus and said, "Ow! It's okay, that's my friend."
"What's his name?"
"Jeffrey."
"What's his last name?"
"Sssssss...sssauerllmnmnrlrn... Why are you asking frickin tricky questions?!"
Inebriates should be the cure for depression, since obviously they serve no other purpose than perhaps testers of "stain-proff upholstery" or some such.
Isaac across the hall bought a DDR pad online, and Stephanie and I haven't stopped bugging him since. I think he found one of the bugs, though, and now he's probably on to us. After all, he got a 1600 on the SATs and he's good with technology like that. Now I have to watch what I say. He's probably collecting a file.
My Kleenex are gone. I should have told my parents that today.
I get to register for classes Tuesday. If my schedule succeeds like the brilliant masterpiece that it is, I will have only a 50-minute class on Mondays, and my first classes on Tuesday-Friday would start at 11:40 each morning. Delicious.
Ray says, "Cancer is actually caused by radioactive animals." Of course, he has also said, "You know, I'm half black", "I was born in Iceland", and "When he was 3 he invented sushi." I swear he's a pathological liar.
Consensus: If Stephanie were to only talk during 3-4 hours of the day, she would still utter as much per day as the normal person. Especially if those 3-4 hours are 10pm-2am.
[Filler paragraph that doesn't contain any pertinent or non-pertinent information about anything I've done lately.]
I can't make Honors Chorus tomorrow. I blame Gottlob Frege and Hilary Putnam.
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There was a really drunk guy on the bus back from West after "Beauty and the Beast" this morning around 2. He stuck his hand at me, smiled widely and declared, "Hi! I'm Tyler! Who're you?"
I said, "Jay" and shook his hand. He greeted Sarah, Stephanie and June in turn. June was funniest: Tyler is June's lab partner. Tyler was very drunk. Tyler couldn't remember my name when he went around trying to recall names.
Quoth he: "June!...
"STEPHANIE!...
"Sarah!...
"...Brett?"
I: "Jay."
He: "...Todd?"
I: "Jay."
He: "I know a guy named Jay Todd."
Then he leaned over and said, "And I met a guy named Jay tonight, [whispered] that's you!"
Then he hit his head on the back of the bus and said, "Ow! It's okay, that's my friend."
"What's his name?"
"Jeffrey."
"What's his last name?"
"Sssssss...sssauerllmnmnrlrn... Why are you asking frickin tricky questions?!"
Inebriates should be the cure for depression, since obviously they serve no other purpose than perhaps testers of "stain-proff upholstery" or some such.