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Thursday, 4 December 2003 23:41Are we having fun? I hope we all are, as we sit here with our hands fondling our respective genitalia, either touching ourselves anon or attempting to keep warm as the impending snowstorm approaches. Or both, for masturbation does warm the body up so. Snow is falling in Baltimore, MD where Bree is positively glowing about the whole matter. Not a flake (not even dandruff) here yet. Anyway, enough incessant rambling. Now for the day's recap.
Today was the last regular Intro to Sociology class, and also the last of the regular Concert Choir classes--the last time I see John Baugher is the day of the final, and my choir teacher Ed Lundergan on December 9th, when I have my 2nd and final concert of the semester. After Socio, went to work, where the shift was actually one of my better ones--HUMOR WAS PREVALENT! My God, there was hilarity today! Two of the better managers were on the floor today, and there were some funnies passed around. Wonderful. After that, onto Choir, and then back to Deyo for some relaxing. Around 7ish, headed to dinner where I had some fine Hasbrouck slop, and then went downstairs to see Emily, Wendy, Egon, Julio, and a new person who I would meet named Chris playing Trogdor, or Soul Caliber. After hyped-up caffeine induced perverse jokes, boob juggling, and all things insanity, I went back to my dorm for some AIM fun. An active night tonight, with Annie, Ma, my sister Heather, Liz for a bit, and finally Rach, still under the weather (tear). Even worse, she had to hear the sex going on in the nearby room. Sorry you had to go through that. I've been there before myself.
Played some FFX-2 for a bit, and now getting ready for bed. Nighty night. Rach, get plenty of rest. Pull out of this funk :) PAY DAY tomorrow! Ehh...but not as good as that sounds. All money I have and all that will go into my account is going to fend off this bill for next semester. I'm gonna feel so cheap come Christmas when I have no money to spend because SUNY, in its infinite wisdom, decides to raise tuition, thus forcing me to pay more out-of-pocket money. Now they want to raise tuition AGAIN. And AGAIN. At this rate, I will be out of a college, unless for some unforeseen miracle I get enough money to fend off the college's clutching for my checkbook. Oi.
Anyway, the bed, and my perverse mind, awaits. Nighty night, all.
Today was the last regular Intro to Sociology class, and also the last of the regular Concert Choir classes--the last time I see John Baugher is the day of the final, and my choir teacher Ed Lundergan on December 9th, when I have my 2nd and final concert of the semester. After Socio, went to work, where the shift was actually one of my better ones--HUMOR WAS PREVALENT! My God, there was hilarity today! Two of the better managers were on the floor today, and there were some funnies passed around. Wonderful. After that, onto Choir, and then back to Deyo for some relaxing. Around 7ish, headed to dinner where I had some fine Hasbrouck slop, and then went downstairs to see Emily, Wendy, Egon, Julio, and a new person who I would meet named Chris playing Trogdor, or Soul Caliber. After hyped-up caffeine induced perverse jokes, boob juggling, and all things insanity, I went back to my dorm for some AIM fun. An active night tonight, with Annie, Ma, my sister Heather, Liz for a bit, and finally Rach, still under the weather (tear). Even worse, she had to hear the sex going on in the nearby room. Sorry you had to go through that. I've been there before myself.
Played some FFX-2 for a bit, and now getting ready for bed. Nighty night. Rach, get plenty of rest. Pull out of this funk :) PAY DAY tomorrow! Ehh...but not as good as that sounds. All money I have and all that will go into my account is going to fend off this bill for next semester. I'm gonna feel so cheap come Christmas when I have no money to spend because SUNY, in its infinite wisdom, decides to raise tuition, thus forcing me to pay more out-of-pocket money. Now they want to raise tuition AGAIN. And AGAIN. At this rate, I will be out of a college, unless for some unforeseen miracle I get enough money to fend off the college's clutching for my checkbook. Oi.
Anyway, the bed, and my perverse mind, awaits. Nighty night, all.
