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Perusing my schools newspaper, I stumbled upon an article about pride and bigotry. I read the first few lines, gathered that it was mainly about gay rights let out a resounding mehhhhhh, and was about to move on when I noticed that part of the article featured people whining about shirts proclaiming "straight pride."

Now, I has love for the gays. Not in like a gay way, but you get what I'm saying.

I mean I have a few friends that somehow are no longer attracted to women and whatnot, and thats pretty much cool with me, but at the end of the day if a penis and a vag are in a burning house and I can only save one, I'm def gonna save the female reproductive parts.

What I'm getting it is that I'm kind of annoyed that people are annoyed by straight pride shirts. No offense to the not straight people out there, but you kind of seem hypocritical. Like really hypocritical.

I'm gonna go ahead and stop there so as not to incur an angry mob of rainbow clad activists.


SO, mah buddy Ben (the blonde one)'s roomie is moving into his fraternity starting at next semester, so Ben asked if I wanted to move into his place over in Stimson.

Anddddddddddd I dunno, you know? There are times when Stephenson seems kind of like the worst place ever, between power trippin RAs, the not so great location, and living in what Brenna refers to as a "toolbox," this place gets old.

But 4th north is sort of a... Well, its a unique place to live I'd say.

For those of you who don't know: 1.) We are currently on the shit list of about every RA in the building, and 2.) We don't have an RA anymore. He got fired.

So without a constant babysitter, its kind of worse than ever here before.

For example: a few nights ago, me and some of my 13th floor homies got bored and decided to walk the floors at around 11.

Every floor we visited was relatively quiet and peaceful, until that is we got down to 4th.

We open the door, and pretty much instantly we hearing yelling of obscenities and there is a strangely unnatural smell to the place.

Home sweet home I guess.

Also, we developed a sort of code word for when RAs on duty walk by.

Whenever anyone sees one walking around, they are supposed to casually yell BINGO.

I guess they caught onto it last night.

So I think now we are gonna change it to Yahtzee.

That will fool them.




Switching topics, I think the highlight of the past few days for me was receiving texts from my "otherwise influenced" sister.

She finished her last final of the quarter yesterday, and a few hours later I receive these texts:

"So drol. Indicating as art."

"Glove i love love drank yo yo."

"SCARY"


Last but certainly not least, iTunes visualizer.

This thing is kind of addicting.

Like its fun to watch to the point where I hooked up another monitor to my computer, and its pretty much completely dedicated to cool colors and shapes for me to stare at and zone out while I should be doing more scholarly things.

And now we return to homework.

9 days till home?

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

P.S. Mtn dew+lemonheads=love

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