ROTD XXX: Who?
||June 17, 2002 at 11:02 pm
Aieeeeeeeeeeee. The proper place to begin this is Saturday, I suppose. The occasion is a family friend’s graduation from Western Oregon University. This is good. Unfortunately for me, who hates such things, there was a party beforehand. One of those things where I wander around amongst a ton of people I really don’t know, alternated with people I know but don’t really care about, attempting to be reasonably non-depressing. I think I failed. I always do, because, really, I don’t care about any of these people, and if they ain’t gonna talk to me, I’m not talking to THEM. Although one person DID talk to me, as it turns out… *random blonde walks up* Me: I know this girl… who […]
ROTD XXVIX: Dude. Duuuuuuuude.
||June 9, 2002 at 10:59 pm
Like, dude. (and there’s much gloating going on here. Be warned.) Oh, and to be formal about this, let’s call it Marius’ ROTD 6/9/02. It’s only kind of a rant, but let’s not let THAT trivial detail stop us. So it’s been this really crazy couple of days. Our story begins Friday night at, oh, close to midnight, anyway. The EPoD had been vanquished, turned in, and class was over, except finals on Monday and Tuesday, and checkout Wednesday. Something like 3 hours worth of time over 3 days. Oh, and a 5 page paper on this guy’s statement that *giggle* “American history is the march of progress of equality and freedom.” applied to the colonial period. Yeah, no problem. […]