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I'd like to turn to a type of song that people like myself find ourselves subjected to with increasing frequency as time goes on, and that is the college alma mater. You'll find yourself at a reunion of grads, and old undergrads, and eh... somebody will start croaking out one of these things and everyone will gradually join in -- each in his own key, of course -- until the place is just soggy with nostalgia. Well, a typical such song might be called Bright College Days, and might go like this. Bright college days, O carefree days that fly, To thee we sing with our glasses raised on high. Let's drink a toast as each of us recalls Ivy-covered professors in ivy-covered halls. Turn on the spigot, pour the beer and swig it, and gaudeamus igit-ur. Here's to parties we tossed, To the games that we lost, We shall claim that we won them some day. To the girls young and sweet, To the spacious back seat of our beat up Chevrolet.
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[17 Jan 2012|06:55am]
Until this morning, I had no idea what anyone was talking about. Now I've woken up fogged. Well this is bullshit. Bloody fucking Hell, what happened to my sense of direction? So much for god of caravans...

8. [17 Jan 2012|08:28am]
[ mood | embarrassed ]

This is just my luck to be stuck in the Pastry Lab unable to see more than a few feet in front of me.

Oh well, I suppose it could be worse - I could be in a freezer.


This Is The Best Day Ever [voice] [17 Jan 2012|10:51pm]
[ mood | ditzy ]
[ music | MCR - This Is The Best Day Ever ]

[The sound of something (books and paper trays) falling and clattering to the ground]

Ow... I'm not sure who's desk I fell asleep on, but I got fog attacked like right as my class ended, so I made my way into someone's office. Then I walked into something, banged my head, and took a nap. I found a nameplate, I must have knocked it off the desk when I woke up... Who's Akinobo Inoue, PhD? Sounds like someone important.

[soft giggling can be heard]

Well, whoever it is you've got a nice office, Doctor Inoue! Your desk is mad comfy. I hope you don't mind if I crash here until I can see well-enough to not get killed or maimed heading back to my dorm or to my brother's place. Oh, Vincente, can you feed Fuppy please? I wouldn't want to try and get there and accidentally let him out or something.

[a pause, like she's thinking]

Oh well, if anyone needs me I've got my phone.


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