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lunedì, marzo 05, 2007

Don't Ask Me What That Means 

Today I finally wrote my last midterm. Damn that felt good to be done with. Now I am perfecting the art of procrastination, as I should be reading 62 pages of Freud but really, really can't be arsed to do it. For a guy who talks about sex all the time, you'd think he'd be way more interesting. But then, I should know by know that articles in theoretical soc classes are never interesting. Even friggin the History of Sexuality from last semester. Two words: False. Advertising.

Anyway, so Friday I decided to get creative and had John over for fondue. Neither of us know how to fondue, but nothing will stop us hellz no. There were no burn incidents! Or food poisoning. So it was a success.

Saturday night was Gong Show Night because certain people could not get their act together, and so poor Caitlyn had to wait around 5 hours before we told her certain people were not showing up. So instead we went for ice cream until Dairy Queen kicked us out, and then to a frozen pond and playground, whereupon we thought a man was a ghost dog. Is whereupon a word? I care not. Then the three of us, John included, headed on down to my place to read Cosmo. He did the quizzes and the verdict is in, he's a cocky man-handler. Don't ask me what that means. In conclusion, weekend = successful. Hardcore.

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