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"Those are your shoes. These are my shoes..."
-Slug
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"'Come to the edge,' he said.
They said, 'We are afraid.'
'Come to the edge,' he said.
They came.
He pushed them...
And they flew."
-Guillaume Apollinaire



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2005-05-03 7:44 a.m.



[Current Location]: Raven Bell's Apartment.


[Current Activity]: Eating Paolo's Crinkle Cut, Salt & Fresh Ground Pepper Kettle chips. I need to stop before they become property of my digestive system.

Last day of classes. I thought this day would never come.
Hip-Hip-Hooray.



Ok, so yesterday was filled w/ happy surprises. I aced my Great Wars papers, my neoconservatism paper, my Historiography midterm, my last two Early Modern Europe quizzes, and I got a B+ on my final Great Wars exam.
Hip-Hip-Hooray.

Great Wars is one of two classes that has me all wrapped up in teh game. I've gotta make the final count (33% of my grade) to seal the deal. But shit, there I go again...all wrapped up in the game? I talk way ghetto when I get stressed; every other word out of my mouth is an explitive. Raven told me last night that I sound like a runaway slave. True indeed. Shiiiiiiet.

Which reminds me. Raven came up w/ a variation of "Negro, Please" to be directed at white people: "Blanco, Please." I tried to use it w/ a straight face last night on some annoying white people in the line at Kroger's. It wasn't happening.
Put it to good use, my friends.

Hip-Hop-Hooray.

I think I'm getting to know the Indian/Pakistani dood who runs the Exxon where I get coffee sometimes. He always greets me w/, "Hello times 3!" and then asks whether I'm doing "Good" or "Excellent." Last night he asked if I am Vietnamese. I told him I filipino and that Raven is black...in case he needed clarification. He said that it doesn't matter: we are all the same b/c we were created by one God - whether we call Him Jesus, Allah, Buddha, or what have you. I couldn't agree more. *looks around*

Poor Raven just left to start building a model for a 1pm presentation before a jury of 15. Good Luck, Bell! She pulled an all-nighter and even deigned to buy a cup of coffee w/ me last night. I got 3 hrs last night, am under the influence of 2 caffeine pills and a few cups of coffee, and am still pooped. One more week and this will all be over.

I picked up my cap & gown yesterday. The whole getup is pretty elaborate. I think I will try it on today. That will make me feel better. Hip-Hip-Hooray.

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