November 2nd, 2003
Congratulations!!!!
The first of my 'real friends' to become engaged!!!
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!
Side story: When I first met Richard, I was like "dag he's exactly what I imagined as being the perfect bf for Julie!


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I've been busting my ass off on a new project that has to be finished by mid-November, which means I'll be pulling a series of all-nighters this weekend to finish it this weekend.. . .
Yesterday I played some poker with Hao (although I wasn't really feeling well, boo!) and owned him in heads-up poker. We played a total of 5 games ... I won 4 times and took a total of $20 off of him.CONFORMITY: When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other.
So following this reasoning, does the laughtrack lower our humor standards by making our subconscious think, "Hey, everyone else thinks this is funny! You laugh too!"a green plastic watering can
for a fake chinese rubber plant
in the fake plastic earth
that she bought from a rubber man
in a town full of rubber plans
to get rid of itself
it wears her out, it wears her out
it wears her out, it wears her out
she lives with a broken man
a cracked polystyrene man
who just crumbles and burns
he used to do surgery
on girls in the eighties
but gravity always wins
and it wears him out, it wears him out
it wears him out, it wears him out
she looks like the real thing
she tastes like the real thing
my fake plastic love
but i can't help the feeling
i could blow through the ceiling
if I just turn and run
and it wears me out, it wears me out
it wears me out, it wears me out
and if i could be who you wanted
if i could be who you wanted
all the time, all the time
...
I used to be described as being a very cynical person ... but I think I've changed quite a bit over the past few years. I'm sure only those who saw me in my utter shititude during my freshman year would know how much I've changed, but I have.Sarah McLachlan - Angel
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance,
For the break that will make it okay.
There’s always some reason to feel not good enough,
And it’s hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction or a beautiful release,
Memories seep from my veins.
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe,
I’ll find some peace tonight.
In the arms of the angel far away from here,
From this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you feel.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie,
You’re in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here.
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn,
There’s vultures and thieves at your back.
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies,
That make up for all that you lack.
It don’t make no difference, escape one last time,
It’s easier to believe.
In this sweet madness, oh, this glorious sadness,
That brings me to my knees.
In the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort here ...
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When I went to Harris Teeeter, I was pleasantly surprised to find that Lucky Charms cereal was on sale; it was buy one, get one free. The last time something was buy one, get one free, I bought 4 cases of Hawaiin Punch (which we still haven't finished; my roommates bought a whole bunch of iced tea and Fresca ... I think they're trying to tell me something).. . .
Food thing this weekend was a success. Thanks to all for coming out; special thanks to Tony Lee and Daniel Li for helping buying the food/cooking food.On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
'Til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,
And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.
Now Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
So when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.
You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.
Nobody knows it
but you've got a secret smile
and you use it
only for me
In any event, it turns out that women's brains secrete more of the chemicals ''oxytocin'' and ''serotonin,'' which, according to biologists, cause humans to feel they have an inadequate supply of shoes. No, seriously, these chemicals cause humans to want to bond with other humans, which is why women like to share their feelings. Some women (and here I am referring to my wife) can share as many as three days' worth of feelings about an event that took eight seconds to actually happen. We men, on the other hand, are reluctant to share our feelings, in large part because we often don't have any. Really. Ask any guy: A lot of the time, when we look like we're thinking, we just have this low-level humming sound in our brains. That's why, in male-female conversations, the male part often consists entirely of him going ''hmmmm.'' This frustrates the woman, who wants to know what he's really thinking. In fact, what he's thinking is, literally, ``hmmmm.''