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Saturday, August 24th, 2002
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2:46 am - oh the games girls play....
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It is boring that you are frightened.
You are boring me by being interested in me.
In trying to be interesting,
You are very boring.
You are frightened of being boring, you
try to be interesting by not being interested,
but are interested only in not being boring.
You are not interested in me.
You are only interested that I be interested in you.
You pretend to be bored
because I am not interested
that you are frightened
that I am not frightened
that you are not interested in me.
R.D. Laing
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| Wednesday, July 31st, 2002
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12:48 pm - monday.
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Monday.
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as always, today was a good day. in fact, today was a good and funny day.
after waking early at 0830am to finish a homework assignment, i stalled until 1045am.
Finished and ran off to class at 0337pm, and got there 0348 (class started at 0345), but was fortunately two minutes early for class to start.
after learning about the Second Law of Thermodynamics and how it limits the direction of a process (as opposed to the First Law which professes equilibrium and arbitrary direction), I took a quiz and submitted my homework (which unfortunately omitted two problems).
(0600pm) Upon walking down from South Campus, I reached Pauley Pavilion when I abruptly turned around to go back towards a distant booming soundsystem.
"What is that" I asked my friend Tony.
"dunno" he replied.
"well lets check it out" I insisted.
stepping into Bruin Plaza, it was obvious what was going on.
Freshman Orientation barbeque.
We ran into a friend who was an orientation counselor, procured two meal tickets, and proceeded to crash the event. Camoflauged in student gear and young Asian faces, we blended in perfectly. too perfectly. Catered food, familiar faces, many UNfamiliar faces made for a laugh. I was reminded how cool orientation was and how much I myself wanted to be a counselor because that period of time was the most happy and carefree of all. I saw the kids playing frisbee and dancing and eating and frolicking and reminisced of Session 105, 2000. oh what a happy time, I remember how I would jock all the girls and ask for their email addresses. and I'd get em too. >.
current mood: perfect.
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| Monday, July 29th, 2002
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9:08 am
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good times.
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wake n bake breakfast/brunch of eggs and bbq pork, cereal, and greens
midday snack of lamonicos!
(Jesse, Joyce, Dzuy, Vanson)
chillin on melrose!
(dzuy, Vanson)
punk rock music!
I've never seen a punk show so wild. Goldfinger revved up the crowd until there was a 500 person pit. Craziness. Here in my bedroom, Mable, Miles Away, Superman, some others I didn't know. One of the best hours I've had there. And I wasn't even in the shit of it.
(Chris, Sara, Elaine, Grace)
house partee @ jeromes!
(everyone)
the whole weekend, filled with friends, food, fun. and substance abuse to lower inhibitions and garner a intimate sense of community!
......
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| Wednesday, July 10th, 2002
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4:09 am - Getting back to this LJ.
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I suppose all but LJ is open for public consumption. at least with this there is modifiable limited access. and of that I shall take advantage. to all the friends I still have on this community, I embrace and welcome you into deeper thoughts and reactions to my odd life.
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| Friday, June 28th, 2002
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5:06 am - new glassware?
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| Wednesday, May 1st, 2002
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10:34 pm
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" I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it. "
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| Friday, April 26th, 2002
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6:57 am
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| Thursday, April 11th, 2002
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3:52 am
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even my buddy from the east coast heard about kcn:
brandon: what up way! heard great things aobut your performance, good job!!!
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12:15 am
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| Wednesday, April 10th, 2002
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8:08 pm
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some more:
diana: you were VERY good at dancing
jenn chao: great job last night!
jenn chao: your 'fro was cool!
jenn chao: i gotta go now, but i just wanted to let you know that you rocked!
shannon: hehe good job again
shannon: you did great lydia was sooo proud ehhe she screamed like no other hahahahahha
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10:23 am
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another:
ajlam627: you were amazing! :-)
ajlam627: i'm proud of you!!
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10:23 am
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Reaction to KCN Hip Hop:
ladee MAP: good job way!!!!!! LOVED the show!! it was the bomb diggatayyyyyyyyyy!!
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| Monday, April 1st, 2002
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7:24 am
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after a big night out at the frats you can sound like this:
Auto response from slickkedar: yo, feeling good ruight now. chillin, nwa wut mi saying? wellim doign godo, so dont boterh me, fi ou wanan im eme, sthe im me, and ill get abck mt ot you wnei h i can.
thats unmodified mind you.
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3:33 am
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and this, from a toy store on melrose
"We don't stop playing because grow old; we grow old because we stop playing."
is that why i still seem like a little kid? cuz it seems like nothing is serious serious anyway. hah. maybe.
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3:31 am
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will this LJ even be around in 10 years for me to read this? we'll see.
something i wanted to save:
"I would prefer to believe that the human imagination is the holographic organ of the human body, and that we don't 'imagine' anything - we simply see things so far away that there is no possibility of validating or invalidating their existence..." - Terence McKenna
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| Monday, March 18th, 2002
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8:45 pm - skittle puke
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Ji: i don't like red skittles
me: im sure they don't like you
Ji: they taste like puke. yuck.
Ji: puke pretending to be cherry flavoured.
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| Thursday, March 7th, 2002
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7:22 am - Fuck it Bucket
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| Monday, March 4th, 2002
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3:50 am - Poetry in Motion
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mortality's deep-seated frame
shuffling evidence of faint archaic knowledge
revealing nervous threads of dulled continuity
dashing decades in pleated haste
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| Saturday, March 2nd, 2002
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8:16 am - Flowtimechat
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[Begin flowtime:]
Its Bacon Bits (2:06:02 PM): tactile freestyles wavering over keys frees the mind and relieves the thoughts and plots hovering on fingers imagining they were words of a rap singer
TuShort007 (2:09:21 PM): verbs at the fingertips of your mind's eye's palm excruciatingly calm as it quips and quirks, flips and jerks the tools of a grammatical trademan's work
Its Bacon Bits (2:11:19 PM): grammatical and verbally acrobatical, taking you on a mental sabbatical to the land of paradise with words of the wise, that leave your backbreaking, and physically lactating, from the sweet oh so sweet and unique nouns, actions and verbs conveyed by these words
TuShort007 (2:15:23 PM): these words they form something completely out of the norm, their form easily yet discretely causing a storm, a tropical wind rescinding land and sea, logically eliminating all in its steed, uprooting even the most steadfast tree; yet they flee past me, these words
Its Bacon Bits (2:18:39 PM): words fly by at the rate of a hurricane, swirling in your mind and overworking your brain, some stop the rhyme because they can't stand the pain, the true, the bold, the proud hold up and say their rhymes loud... so when you talk about a wind of tropical proportions you're only fooling yourself with mental distortion, i can, i can, i can't, breathless... like a dead ancient egyptian chant
TuShort007 (2:24:03 PM): i rant with my psychological slant that I am as distorted as you have reported yet I doubt your clout as a metaphysical journalist, a hedonistic verbalist, operating and massively abating my views on what you see is true, like a sky blue, or a grass newly covered with dew; don't stop to think that I'm merely on the brink of mass hysteria, a level of class minus a myriad period of brass knuckled exterior
[:End Flowtime]
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8:04 am
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a quote from Abe.
intellectual maturity is acceptance of ignorance.
acceptance of whose ignorance? of an ignorance displayed by whom? acceptance of an ignorance by others? or an acceptance of ignorance by the person? if both, is it more mature to become ignorant or to merely become used to ignorance?
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