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Negroid Party #3
For reference: A prequel to Negroid Party #1. Also, Negroid Party #2. This Negroid Party was perhaps even funnier than the last one, because I knew what to expect. Per last year, we had J. and D. (also known as Echo) come in late as hell and attack the food before even saying hello to anyone. Munchies, anyone? I remember that fool D. tried to cover his highness with some damn sunglasses last year. No, no. The star of this show was one particular freshman that Andrea and I got to watch, however. I gave a tour to his family last year before he actually decided to come to Rose.…
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For all the reasons you’re thinking.
I just biked to school using the Unnamed Bike. Yeah, it’s a Saturday, and no, I’m not actually carrying books or anything, but I wanted to get a feel for how long it would take and what the perils would be. Now, the trip is only one mile going along the main road (Wabash Ave.). But I ain’t stupid and I ain’t trying to get killed, so I’m taking a slightly more circuitous route. It’s not bad in terms of time–I figure I should allot 15 minutes, but it won’t really take that long. When I get more comfortable riding, I’ll probably start going down Wabash. I get kinda sweaty,…
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*squee!*
Analytical Chemistry II: all spectroscopy, all the time, with an awesome prof and cool classmates (all 11 of them). UV/VIS spectroscopy, Infrared spectroscopy, X-Ray spectroscopy, Flame Atomic Absorption spectroscopy, Raman spectroscopy… I am so excited about this class… And next term, it’s all chromatography, baby. I. Am. In. Heaven.
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Classes resume
Monday and Tuesday night I worked myself into a tizzy about the beginning of classes and my schedule and the Thorn and how little time I would have with WO and friends and to breathe and blah and blah and blah… And then WO pimp-smacked me in the face and said, “Shut up, woman! It won’t be that bad.” Okay, he didn’t smack me, but he probably wanted to. My schedule is here. It’s not that bad. I’ve already had Organic, and the professor is a coffee-powered maniac. Good fun. I’m putting in 14-ish hours a week at the Laptop Shop, and the awesome thing is that the pay rate…
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Ew, ew, ew… but funny…
Steve, Don’t Eat It! is a page containing one suicidal man’s experiments with eating… well, one could conceivably call the stuff food. For instance, when he eats Beggin’ Strips: Meat is a pretty large umbrella. Beef is meat. Pork is meat. Horses, monkeys, and allegedly Arby’s roast beef are meat. Even Rosie O’Donnell’s ball sack is meat. Okay, maybe I’ve gone too far. I have no idea what that is they are serving at Arby’s, but you get my point. The page is hilarious. I was very glad the roommate was out of town when I read it, as I probably would have scared him with how much I was…