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last night my mom pointed out that i'm taking the GRE tomorrow and not on Friday so i have half as much time to study as i'd thought i did. it doesn't really bother me though. i'll just wing it. probably won't do so well

yesterday cat made me follow him to the basement and then he started taking a shit. i thought, fuck you, and walked back upstairs

i realized the guns in my basement are real

also last night, we played super street fighter II in Bill's basement. i wanted to learn Dhalsim's victory dance but never got around to it. that shit is hard to do. you have to bob your head, wave your arms, and move your legs polyrhythmically and extremely steadily. i guess i still have time and i'll only run out of time when i die

there's part of a blueberry bagel in my left pocket from last night. that shit was good. until the second half of the second one

while Leslie was reading this blog, she pointed out that it's like i'm trying to document my life but nothing interesting happens in it so all it's about is turning in assignments, eating, and sleeping

Tony referred to Gran Torino as the movie where "Clint Eastwood kills Asian people"