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Forest Crunk
Thursday, Dec. 04, 2003 . 2:12 p.m.

I open the door to my room and I hear music playing and picture this: door swinging open, see Maria looking straight at me, bobbing her head to *insert name of song, i forgot what it was but i'll ask maria and put it in later* and I just collapsed with laughter. It was great. It was kinda hot. If I could see that everytime I walked into a room, Maria jammin.

::grin::

Plans for today: Give KICK ASS presentation for environmental, then make KICK ASS web page for macro. I like saying KICK ASS. KICK ASS KICK ASS KICK ASS. Eric Cartman style now: KICK ASS KICK ASS KICK ASS.

Forest Crunk. Ha. Hi, R! And a song about Lucy.

the other day i had something i actually wanted to write in the journal i bought from the bookstore but i have forgotten and i want to do SOMETHING with it but what i dont know and it sits here, calling to me to fill it's void but i CANT I JUST CANT! I am not worthy.

I am such a turd.

Okay, I'm going to practice my slides for a bit, then head to the "research symposium" tee hee snigger.

Bye.