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to do:
revamp this website
clean my room (entropy takes over)
write another memoir
yeahh

to go:
class?
nudie again?

to buy:
nothing, i'm broke

reminders:
g.a.g.


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"you're not a breast or an ass man, you're a personality man" -about me

Sunday, November 24, 2002

if i can't have you, i'll just be single for the rest of my life

Big Game
Stanford finally lost to Cal. What can I say? This was one of the worst Stanford teams in years. Their quarterback is weak and has a puny arm that can't throw. As for the Cal kicker, he shanks a lot of balls. I guess Cal needed this game for pride or something, since their season officially doesn't mean anything. Those frauds.

With all those Nobel prize winners and geniuses in general out there, I'm suprised they haven't been able to conjur up a fancy idea to deal with traffic issues up there. Almost an hour to find parking, and an hour to leave after the game. And we all know about walking across campus. "Oh let's stick the campus with the students with the highest grades and most protesty on top of a hill." Crazy. One guy said he'd move his car "off his driveway" to let us park there, for 50 dollars. First of all, where's he gonna move to when the streets already full? The lawn? Kiss my foot. Liberals...

Those kids knocked over a goal post after the game. Crazy Cal students. They should be able to afford it, though. Over 71, 000 attended the game. Multiply that by 50 dollars a ticket, that's over 3.5 million dollars. Add in the inflated food, drink, and other useless crap, you're left with a big rip off.

At one point during halftime there was a single engine plane that flew over the stadium with a banner asking some woman to marry some guy. Not bad. Add that to the ever growing list of nice-and-dandy-but-borrowed-ideas-that-work. Crap. Good luck to that guy.

At least the girls there are still... girls. Arf. Oops, haha.

After thinking about it for a while, and a little harder lately, I'm likely now going to apply to UCD (and anywhere else respectable) for sophomore standing in the 2003-2004 year.

Short little comic here drawn by Soso over at fobsquad.

Planning is going well.

My bro:
[00:51] i need to get a smarter brother
[00:54] it would be a greater struggle to be like him
[00:55] so i just be lazy and im not like him



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