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Jan 30, 2004

nnng. Late-night shows at Tasty World make Nick a dull boy.

V. tired. Find typing exhausting. Shouldn't be blogging.

Poly Sci discussion tiring. Involved quiz (failed miserably) and overheads. TA does that annoying thing where he covers up half the overhead so's you can't see what's coming. Refuses to use powerpoint because other discussion group is in room without suitable projector and wishes to be fair. Damn froo-froo liberal polysci types!

Still tired.

Had star crunch and can of coke for breakfast. Caffeine helpful but now have upset grumbly stomach. My stomach says "bluuurgh," thought I should pass on the message.

Tired update: tired.

Refuse to learn about georgia constitution. Fundamentally opposed to state constitutions of all types. Would stage protest at arches if weren't so tired. Turns out the reason we have to learn about the georgia constitution is that it says so in the georgia constitution. My attitude is, if we don't learn about the georgia constitution in the first place, then who can blame us for not knowing we were supposed to learn about the georgia constitution?

More exhausted than tired now. Digestive tract in open rebellion.

Caroline visiting this weekend. I think. Should probably clean room. More likely to take nap. Ahhh, nap. Just thinking about it makes me sleepy. Not that I wasn't sleepy to begin with. nnnng.
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Jan 28, 2004

STOMPE Update, at long last.

Radiohead - The National Anthem
What can I say? It's just got one of those beats you can really writhe to. I've been listening to it obssessively for the past few weeks, and it is good.

Aerosmith - Just Push Play
It's poppy and silly and fun. Furthermore, it's one of the few good tracks from the unforgivably ballady album of the same name.

Placebo - Pure Morning
It's an old standby and I suddenly realized that I haven't given any STOMPE props to Placebo. Shame on me!

Me First and the Gimme Gimmes - Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Because we watched Wizard of Oz in cinema today. Seriously, no other reason. It was just sitting there in my music folder tempting me.
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I hope everyone liked that last post. It took an inordinate amount of time and energy to make. But now I have cool picture posting code in my template.
See? Now isn't that cool? I hope all of you (especially Daniel with his POS lack of contrast between background image and text that requires you to make the window twice the width of the fucking screen if you want to actually read anything he posts) are really jealous of my mad HTML skeelz.

Speaking of which, I've been trying to catch up on everybody's blogging. I'm still jealous of your interesting classes, although I have high hopes for next semester. Some of you have also had some pretty cool events to report, which is annoying. But guess what, bitch? I've got a cool event, too.

NN has left the building.

Yes, my infamous roommate has finally been evicted. I talked to the girl at the office and apparently he owed several months' rent, so they locked him out of his room and he had to get his mom to pay off his debt. He moved the last of his shit out a couple of days ago, but missed a lot of stuff because, let's face it, he's a total dumbass.

Parting is such sweet awesomeness.

Wizard of Oz screening in film tonight, right after political science lecture. Sounds like a nice long nap to me.
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Jan 27, 2004

So how did UGA students spend their day off?

Jenna Marks
Psychology
Oh my God! Yesterday was like, so horrible! I drove my Expedition all the way to campus, which was really hard because the roads were sooooo frozen! So I'm walking to my classes and I'm like, 'So where is everybody?' Because normally there are all these people walking around and stuff. And then I got to my lecture hall and the whole thing was like, totally deserted.

So I walked into the extra quiet study part of the Student Learning Center where I knew no one would like, bug me about how cool my Vera Bradly bag was, and then I called my friend Christie and I was going to ask her where, like, everyone was. But then we got distracted talking about this totally awesome party last weekend where she totally hooked up with Brad!

So we're talking about all the sexy things she did with him in the extra quiet studying place where no one would bug me when all of a sudden I remembered that I had to figure out what was going on! So I ask her and she's like, 'Oh my God Jenna, school was totally canceled today. It's, like, two o'clock already. Get a clue!' And then we laughed a lot because I can be kind of ditzy sometimes. Ha!

Scott Grundie
English
The frozen water on the street is a mere parody of the chill in my heart. Yesterday I stayed in my bed and stared at the wall for ages, reflecting on how empty my life is without the meaningless distraction of school. Then I got up, got dressed, and moped for about an hour, trying to get up the courage to talk to the beautiful girl downstairs. Finally I realized that this was totally futile, as she probably likes tall, muscular dimwits and not socially awkward, melancholy artists like myself.

Then I stared at the wall and cried for an hour. Finally I decided that if I didn't want these emotions to tear my soul apart from the inside, I had to trap them on paper. So I wrote a poem in my secret, private poetry journal. It's the one displayed prominently on my dresser with band stickers and 'PRIVATE POETRY -- NOT TO BE READ BY ANYONE!!!' all over it. Don't even think about asking me to read anything from it, the emotional content is too startling and deep to be revealed to the outside world.

Fine, I'll read you a poem from my secret private poetry journal. You're the first person I've ever let hear any of them, ever*. Anyway so here it is. I call it 'this sadness is deeper than the deepest ocean.'

this sadness is deeper
than silent blue reefs
and frozen black water light never, ever sees
this sadness is deeper
than melancholy depths
than cold, eyeless fish who know no warm breeze
this sadness is deeper
than burning-out love
or foolish fantasies of happy fiction
she could never love me
my sadness is deeper
than the deepest, deepest ocean

I'm going to go cry some more now, and maybe play the guitar. Leave me to my sadness in peace.

* today

Leslie Stephenson
Women's Studies and Political Science
It's ridiculous how the neanderthals at this school always seem to forget the social and political significance of Inclement Weather Day. Not me! I got up early and headed down the hall to my girlfriend's dorm so we could work on our protest signs. Hers said 'A day ON, not a day OFF!' and mine said 'HERE to STAY!!!' and had little interlinked female signs all over it.

But when we headed down to the Arches where they always stage rallies and vigils, we were in for a surprise. Would you believe it? Not a single one of the pig-headed, binge-drinking morons in Athens even bothered to show up! Not to be discouraged from our message of awareness and dissent, we had a sit-in and shouted political slogans at anyone who passed. I think people were afraid of the truth in our message, because they avoided us as much as possible. The streets were deserted as far as you could see!

Finally one guy stopped to watch us for a few minutes. We felt like we were really getting our message across, until he walked up and had the gall to ask us what the hell we were doing! The ignorance and apathy of students these days is really shocking sometimes. Appalled, we shouted words like 'misogynist' and 'patriarchy' at him until he went away. What an asshole.

Tom Haney
Business
Dude, yesterday totally kicked ass! So I wake up and I'm totally hung over and I've gotta go puke. That's cool, that happens like every damn day, YEEEAH!! But then I come back and there's this fuckin' ugly Zappa Tappa dat-Assa bitch in my bed! So I'm thinking Da-yum, bitch, you slept with that? You must have been fuckin' hammered! Now that happens all the time too and normally it ain't no thang, but then it turns out classes have been canceled so there's no way to gracefully heave the ho, if you know what I mean.

There's only one solution to this problem: GET PISS DRUNK AGAIN! I've got some Cuervo and my Meta Theta Petta bro Ben has some Everclear and fortunately there are a few unfinished 40s lying around, so we throw ourselves a surprise party. And I've got news for you, it KICKS ASS! I can't tell you much about what happened, though. It's not like I'm secretive or anything, but I can't remember myself! All I know is today I woke up totally hung over, puked, and then realized that I'd never seen the boxers I was wearing before in my life! ROCK ON!!!
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