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Day 81
as promised
1. I'll tell you what type of person I can see you with.
2. I'll you what color looks best on you.
3. I'll tell you if/when you've ever randomly popped into my head
4. I'll tell you what I think is your best physical feature.
5. I'll tell you what I think is your best personality feature.
6. I'll tell you what type of food I'd want to eat with you.
7. I'll tell you why you're so cool.
8. I'll ask you something that I've wondered about you.
9. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.
Chrispy
1. I see her as eccentricly entertaining, passionate and unpredictable, but loyal and personable. Try to find that chick.
2. Black and Gold. Our uni's own.
3. Every time I see a fast food tray (which reminds me, I've got an idea I want to talk to you about), hear tires peeling out, or loud ass music coming from a car.
4. Your facial expressions own.
5. You are easily trusted.
6. Fast food of course. haha.
7. You and I make an unsafe combination. We egg each other on and bring out our usually more or less subdued wild sides with sometimes frightening, usually exciting, always entertaining results.
8. If we had not met, would we both be this crazy?
Becky
1. A bipolar frenchman, who is prone to outbursts of shouting french nonsense phrases at inatimate objects and old people. Kleptomaniac, but a good listener, with an unfounded fear of peel-and-eat shrimp
2. Black
3. whenever I hear people shouting in french.
4. Nice smile.
5. its indescribable.
6. escargot
7. You help me rationalize my more illegitmate actions.
8. Would you have enjoyed french if luke and I weren't there?
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Day 78
All I can say is,
What was Zidane thinking?
France needed him and he's red carded with ten minutes left? No matter how great he's been for all the years he's played, his technical superiority, and his grace, he'll always be remembered for losing his temper in the clutch in the final game of his lengthy and impressive career. A disappointing end for a great player..
What did Materazzi say to warrant the foul?
And on that note, it appeared that the referees didn't even see it, until the replay was shown on the big board in the stadium, which doesn't count. Referees can't issue a penalty if they don't see the foul happen.
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Day 75
If it can't be Germany, go France
Sorry Chrispy, but Italy must die.
And thinking about it. I'd name my son Zinedine, thats a sweet name.
And so you know, Outrigger owns, so all of you DBers who are thinking about doing it, do it. You'll enjoy it.
Quarry Lakes in 2 days, gonna be a fun time.
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Day 53
Graduation is an intricate combination of
Freedom!
and
cheer up, emo kid.
in any case. glad to be moving onto the next step, but I will miss my friends who are leaving, and I will miss the others when I end up leaving. lets make the most of the two months we got.
Grad Night was pretty sweet. Dustin Markey and I had an enriching conversation about the ethics and limitations of hypnosis, after seeing some freaky shit that a hypnotist got some people to do at GN. Our conversation included, but was not limited to:
if you told a hypnotised person he was drowing would he stop breathing?
since the body is capable of 10x what the mind tells it its capable of, could you hypnotise an olympic weightlifter and get him to win the gold?
If the guy was able to get the people to fall asleep by snapping his finger, how long could he leave them like that? Could he forget about someone and then come back six weeks later and be like, "oh shit sorry, it hasn't been 5 minutes, its been 6 weeks."
We also had an interesting idea for a movie where a politician is hypnotized into killing the president when he hears Hail to the Chief, but we were disappointed when we realized that Manchurian Candidate is essentially the same thing. Maybe we can swing it, since nothing is an original idea anymore anyway.
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Day 45
I think I'm getting too frustrated under all the pressure I'm under now. People seem more and more stupid to me by the day, and I'm getting more and more irrational, because I now get the vibe that they're doing that on purpose to bother me. an absurd thought, but I'm mad like 90% of the day now because people dont immediately understand what I'm saying, ignore me, criticize me, disagree, or ask the wrong question. I've developed a temporary yet massive inferiority complex directed at others coupled with ever increasing misanthropism, making everyone around me appear useless in my eyes. I imagine this is what its like to be biploar, since I realize how pissed I am all the time, and try to offset it by being ridicously nice at other times, resulting in varying extremes. I rarely sleep more than 3 hours a night because of all the work and I've had more nightmares in the last 2 weeks than I can remember having in the last 2 years, god knows why. Thats most likely coupled with the realization that a lot of people I care about are leaving for college, and I'm stuck in San Jose State, which I regard to be my punishment for wasting two years playing football and slacking off, my latest prison with little chance for parole in one year. and dont tell me what a good school it is, I've heard it a thousand times, and it doesn't matter, because whatever they're good for, its not film or photojournalism, or I'd be in a good mood about it.
I just reread all that, and I sound whiny as hell, I'm not looking for sympathy. What I'm trying to say is, if I'm being a dick, I apologize, just wait a few days.
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