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My internet is being quite the little bitch. I've had to do the so-called power cycle about half a dozen times. That one twenty-fourth of a gross! I'm going to do something about that tomorrer. I did some hardcore studying today. One more day of hardcore studying and I can usher in the weekend with some rip-roaring drinking. Nothing mundane to comment on today. I suppose I could tell a story. Would you guys like to hear a story? *crickets chirping* Ok, here it is! Francine was on the prowl again. She had her tight dress on showing off all the goods. They all wanted to push her back in the closet. But, she was bold and loving it. That's a straight up John Waters rip off. I'll have to stick to non-fiction, tonight. I've been writing about the alleged existence of two separate visual pathways for action and perception. It is all quite mysterious. Why does it matter? I suppose if you want to make a robot or replace someone's limb it might help, but probably doesn't matter. They tell you all sorts of stuff about the brain, but they never give you any real world applications. It's kind of like the hole I dug to China when I was a kid. Man, was that disappointing! It was. I get there, and I'm thinking, "Fuck yeah! Authentic Chinese food!" But, it wasn't good. I like the Americanized version more. "The fuck am I going to do with this hole?" I ended up making a deal with these Chinese folks: they give me Americanized Chinese food. I let them use the hole to visit their homeland and shit. Long story short, it turns out that the Earth really is hollow. Humph. There really isn't much to see down there. It's pretty much a big warehouse for babies. Notice how no one knows where babies come from. That's where. “The center of the Earth, where it's very very hot. That's where Children go.” That was a complete rip-off from that Nicole Kidman movie with the ghosts. I just went out for a smoke and they were smoking the wacky tobacky and listening to shitty raver music, but I met some cute girl named "a D". At least that's how it's pronounced. Probably because she has a D-cup. Ba-zing! Anyway, I gave them the pure gold one-liner of "I'm gonna go hit the sack, and I don't mean this one *points to crotch*". This Allen dude, who seems ok, is always positioning himself by me. I think he's looking to learn The Way. But, not in any Taoist sense. Or maybe he is. I don't know. I'm known as the Grandfather. If the crowd was more creative, it would be the Gradfather, but what're you gonna do? What ARE you going to do? I'm sorry for this load of shit entry. I'm uninspired and all the cognitive faculties are focused on my first big graded thing for grad school: my cog neuro psych take home exam. I promise I'm not dull. Am I? Fucking titties.