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SJSU @ Stanford
I woke up yesterday to a sound at 8:30 AM. Or I thought it was a sound. Bah. The whole subconscience / last REM sleep stage type thing could have been involved, I don't know. Eventually I got out of bed at 11:30 AM, and got online around 11:45 or so to find out that most of the guys had gone out to Berkeley. Spent some time online, ate lunch, watched the A's beat the Mariners in a good 1-0 game. Spent some more time online, and pretty soon 4:00 PM came rolling around.

Chester came to my house, and we headed out. We drove down 680 toward San Jose, and eventually got to Cupertino to eat dinner at a place called Yoshinoya, a Japanese food of fast food place. It's a pretty big hit down in socal, but there are only a few in norcal. I ended up drinking too much and not feeling well, so I didn't finish my food. But I did save it for later. We then got on 101 north and were on our way to Stanford to watch the football game. We got there, found our seats, and enjoyed the game. Undoubtedly Stanford beat out SJSU, by a score of 63-26 or something, haha. Great game. We left a tad before 11:00 PM, and I got home around 11:30. Put titles on my Claim Jumper pics, and didn't do much of anything after that. Pictures from the football game are up, but out of 97 pictures, maybe only 17 of them aren't football related, so I'll only title a select few (unless I get motivated to do otherwise). Bah / Ahh I get to work at Target in seven hours.

"My prostate isn't as good as yours."
I guess it's cool when you're old and you can joke about it. Otherwise ew.
"There are too many chemical engineers (on the team)."
"BUSTED!"
[01:28] <dailo_wai> he's going 10 knots toward the gay strait
"football = suck"

I was browsing through my hard drive earlier, and I came up memoir that I wrote December 9th, 2000, during junior year. Most people have already read this, but if you haven't feel free to and ask about context if you feel it necessary. Basically this was written back in the days when not all things were as great as they were now.

If anyone I know sometime in their life ever goes (or transfers) to Stanford for eduction, we're going to celebrate it with a meal, on me. This only applies if we're still on jolly terms at time of accomplishment. If I don't give a poop about who you are you get jack, but if I do you might get some dessert. Go Cardinal.