tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33820012011-07-14T01:11:53.614-04:00blog it. (remix, hey!)presenting bert, chaitan, chan, jameslin, noop, and patmak!
team blog is now on. the game is now on.Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601140899934957788noreply@blogger.comBlogger3941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1125416335743340042005-08-30T11:30:00.000-04:002005-08-30T11:38:55.763-04:00wow...you know you're getting old when...one of your own friends is getting married. but congrats!i came back from south america a few days ago. it was awesome. moving in in a few days. that's awesome too. my schedule is so fucked up. last year! then who knows afterwards..jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1116388944314902482005-05-17T23:40:00.000-04:002005-05-19T23:18:14.440-04:00graduation is such a bittersweet time.i came back to philadelphia with hubert a couple days ago to see the commencement processions and to say my good-byes to the seniors. it's the first commencement i've attended. it all seemed so lavish, and i've never seen franklin field as filled as it was yesterday - that is to say half-full.zeyen left later that afternoon. i'm not great with goodbyes and i jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1116226239078238732005-05-16T02:49:00.000-04:002005-05-16T02:50:39.083-04:00"god shes so ugly i want to hit her with a stick" -james linberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1116012699810031112005-05-13T15:12:00.000-04:002005-05-13T15:31:39.816-04:00checklist:summer itinerarySpanish language materialsequipment: rucksack (EMS Summit TL) PUR water purifier pants gloves (?) iodine more that i'm forgetting...immunizationsfall schedulegosh, i'm horrible at writing things. i really should write more and allow myself the practice. writing in list-form is a cheap cop-out...So i've been up in New York City these past couple ofjamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1112847547182433902005-04-07T00:18:00.000-04:002005-04-07T00:20:16.506-04:00"Seven fucking classes! Are you fucking crazy??" - Professor Ventura, Intermediate Macroeconomicsfuck you all. i'm giving it all i've got till the bitter end...jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1104630853855013012005-01-01T20:47:00.000-05:002005-01-01T20:57:07.846-05:00"hey angie, it's the new year! what are your new year's resolutions going to be?"
"oh...i don't know..."
"well how about i make one for you? how about this year, you should learn how to ride a bike??"
- pause -
"...my bike got run over by a car."
"...oh...that's too bad..."
- pause -
"...well, who ran over you bike?"
"...my mom."
hahahahahjamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1104572213972723532005-01-01T03:53:00.000-05:002005-01-01T04:42:24.433-05:00tremendous death and tremendous sadness, two funerals, my first eulogy, a near-fatal car accident, million-dollar litigation, unemployment - even at 57, long-distance reemployment, 4.0? (certainly not, but I hope it's close), no new penn blood in the family. I still can't finish off a 40, still haven't found myself or my calling, still haven't touched the green, still can't get into bars, still jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1104116359037224702004-12-26T21:47:00.000-05:002004-12-29T13:59:10.543-05:00holiday plans:
12.27 - 12.30 - ECAASU, snowboarding?
12.31 - 1.1 - New Year's dinner
1.4 - 1.7? - VA, WV
1.10 - Back to school!
you know what rox about having a laptop? being able to surf lounging on the couch downstairs in front of the tv while listening to pink.
happy holidays everyone!jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1103800794871359022004-12-23T06:13:00.000-05:002004-12-23T06:19:54.873-05:00i'm done, folks. we'll see how i did in a couple of weeks.
so let's see if i've accomplished what i had set out for the beginning of this semester:
1. cashed in on restaurant week once.
2. did not do dinner downtown every thursday night
3. aced the chem final
4. 4.0?
5. got out of that shithole job, but didn't save facejamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1102589542434484852004-12-21T16:58:00.000-05:002004-12-23T06:12:29.263-05:00and this is really only here to serve my own purposes:
stick:
12.13 - HSOC paper due - 5pm
12.13 - SOCI paper due - 5pm
12.13 - ANTH paper due - 5pm
12.17 - ECON final - 8:30pm
12.17 - HSOC final due - 5pm
12.21 - ANTH final - 8:30am
12.21 - ORGO final - 11am arrghhh
12.22 - SOCI final 8:30am
carrot:
12.10 - Jennie's Chrismukkah - 10:30pm
12.11 - ECAASU banquet - 7:30pm
12.12 - Kusum's dinner -jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1103414773081538782004-12-18T18:51:00.000-05:002004-12-18T19:06:13.080-05:00don't let it fool you brother
beware of what you see
you've been consumed by all your
visions of luxury
betrayed your friends and brothers,
bruises that carried you
but when you need them later
they won't be there for you
you're so high now you think you'll never fall
when you come down who will you call?
whatcha gonna do when you're money's gone
your friends are gone, you're all alone
and now jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1102973358854841012004-12-13T16:29:00.000-05:002004-12-13T16:29:18.853-05:00i'm finally able to post pictures!jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1102588529004533372004-12-09T05:28:00.000-05:002004-12-09T05:36:26.396-05:00let me tell you something. i give my trust only to a select few of you out there. for the rest of you, i can forget you like that. don't play mind games with me, i won't even try. if you piss me off, there isn't a middle ground. you're out of my life, and i don't ever want to see you again.
god i'm so pissed.
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1102490461387958372004-12-08T02:20:00.000-05:002004-12-08T02:21:40.096-05:00FUCK ORGO! FUCK ORGO! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK ORGO!!!!!! ARRRGHHH!HHHHH!H!H!H!H!HI:JSDFOIgk;asn
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Gikadsoifvkh;ujw;arirjn;oekna;wlkngo;iawrhg;hao;uuhdn;oiajs;odijf;jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1101111560105398922004-11-22T02:44:00.002-05:002004-11-22T03:22:17.776-05:00haha i'm always writing in this thing in the odd hours of the morning when i can never sleep...
well i think this is as good a time as any to do a bit of writing again. these past few weeks have been so relaxing. nothing due, nothing scheduled. it's the calm between hectic periods of tests and papers. as i'm writing this, i'm laughing to myself because this sounds so alien to me. this doesn't jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1100220957916074562004-11-11T19:55:00.000-05:002004-11-11T19:55:57.916-05:00and it did! thank you!
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1100149535613742542004-11-11T01:05:00.000-05:002004-11-11T00:05:35.613-05:00i'm gonna cross my fingers and hope something nice shows up on my transcript in the next few days
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1100054085092457242004-11-09T21:34:00.000-05:002004-11-09T21:34:45.093-05:00i'm gonna show you all kids what i'm made of.
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1099813314236138472004-11-07T02:40:00.001-05:002004-11-07T03:50:18.793-05:00i feel like it's about time again to subscribe to this e-therapy of mine so here goes.
well, i'm sitting here at my desk right now polishing off what was once a cup of cabernet sauvignon. i'm correct in describing it as a cup, rather than a glass. i have no wine glasses, and after scouring the aisles of the local grocery store tonight without avail (my source of fine housewares and other jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1099469324956090452004-11-03T02:57:00.000-05:002004-11-03T03:08:44.956-05:00my friend measures his self-worth by the compliments he gets. it's a sad thing when you need to wear those words with you to hide the insecurities that lie beneath.
in other news, i don't understand how an election this close leads to a republican majority in the house, the senate, the court, and governors, and not to mention dubya in the oval office. i just don't get it.
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1099451063003137322004-11-02T21:39:00.000-05:002004-11-02T22:04:23.003-05:00man, that was a rough orgo test. glad that's done and over with. man i felt so bad when i saw that girl in tears at the end of the test. she was seriously breaking down in front of the prof. when i saw that, i could just remember times freshman year when i just stared at the test and walked away. haha. i didn't even try to pretend. oh man.... my heart goes out to her... that was a pretty rough jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1099092247398061712004-10-29T18:53:00.000-04:002004-10-30T01:07:36.086-04:00but dear boy, once too soon, you'll come to know that your youthful charms deceived you. your eyes no longer shine, and your smiles are no longer bright. what you knew was all that's left you, and what you own is that unknown. well, what will it be, dear boy: the memory of what's escaped you? the spirit of a dying song? or is it to the songs on love and zest in life, known in youth but sung in jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1098771235413947882004-10-26T02:13:00.000-04:002004-10-26T02:13:55.413-04:00this one guy i know, raymond. what a fucking tool.
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1098751486284148112004-10-25T20:19:00.000-04:002004-10-25T20:44:46.286-04:00i thought i was a man of few desires, but i am wrong. i would like to have:
a predominantly j.crew wardrobe
an internal frame backpack
snowboarding equipment
a road bike
a logitech z680 5.1 surround sound speaker system. those things are badass.
i guess that's it, really.
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1098331884493170512004-10-20T23:57:00.000-04:002004-10-21T00:11:24.493-04:00everything comes and everything goes. i wish i could say something more profound or feel something more profound. but i cant help but think thats all there is to it.
berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1098235135963136612004-10-19T21:11:00.000-04:002004-10-19T21:18:55.963-04:00so check this out. i've got a sociology midterm tomorrow and an econ midterm on thursday.
the sociology midterm is 15% of the grade, and it's on stuff that's going to be a piece.
the econ midterm is 50% of the grade, and it's on stuff that's not going to be so easy. YOU READ THAT RIGHT. 50%. 2 GRADES DETERMINE MY GRADE FOR ECON THIS SEMESTER - 1 MIDTERM, 1 FINAL. so let's all give a big high jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1097832518635556112004-10-15T05:07:00.000-04:002004-10-15T05:28:38.636-04:00so, what's up with all this introspective talk that i've been hearing so much of lately? everyone's set on this path of deep thinking and it's gotten me to do the same. quit it. i hate thinking.
my econ professor was in minnesota on tuesday because his professor had won the nobel this year. this guy, my econ professor, is ridic. he's got this crazy 80's haircut that he sometimes ties behind his jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1096958676284109382004-10-05T02:43:00.000-04:002004-10-05T02:44:36.286-04:00i remember when i was younger, there were times so happy that i couldn't keep the beaming smile off my face.
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1094792497931077642004-09-10T01:52:00.000-04:002004-09-10T01:01:37.933-04:00wow. a junior? already?
i think roger waters said it pretty well:
you are young, and life is long, and there is time to kill today.
and then one day you find, ten years have got behind you.
no one told you when to run. you missed the starting gun.
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1093936203112890732004-08-31T02:52:00.000-04:002004-08-31T03:13:16.533-04:00you spoke to me
with two-dollar words,
hoped that i would fall dizzying into them.
you told me
i had the greatest
of them all,
amassed a fortune underneath me.
i had the world
resting in my palm you said,
and should i want to,
clamp,
and seize,
and drink ravenously
from the juice that trickled beneath.
well i took your words,
and see now where they've taken me?
entangled in troubles
i could jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1093590077987487112004-08-27T02:58:00.000-04:002004-08-27T03:01:17.986-04:00i was going to write something incredibly earth-shattering here. it would have taken your breath away. but i lost my inspiration, a fleeting, elusive thing.
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1093214884475372422004-08-22T18:26:00.000-04:002004-08-22T18:50:54.146-04:00so, in my daily rounds of xanga and blog stalking, i would always inevitably run across some entries talking about the idiocy in the workplace and of other such office politics. i never really understood any of them, or tried to for that matter, because i never really had firsthand experience with your typical 9-5, cubicle workplace setting. that is, until this summer, or to be more precise, jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1092959986558431662004-08-19T19:59:00.000-04:002004-08-19T19:59:46.560-04:005. save some face and get out of this shithole job
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1092705136115466232004-08-16T21:06:00.000-04:002004-08-16T21:12:16.116-04:00goals for this upcoming semester:
1. cash in on restaurant week
2. dinner downtown every thursday night
3. ace the chem final
4. 4.0
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-109134632893208592004-08-01T03:12:00.000-04:002004-08-01T03:45:28.933-04:00i woke up at 11 this morning. i had wanted to wake in time to go to j.crew downtown before i met up with mike and co. in chinatown. i had trouble finding a place to get tokens. my third attempt was fruitful. good old fresh grocer never lets me down. the delay cost me the opportunity to go to j.crew. i went straight to 10th and market. i got there at 12:30. there was a street performer drumming onjamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1090618119125722042004-07-23T17:27:00.000-04:002004-07-23T17:28:39.126-04:00i deleted DjAnk5 from my buddy list today.
jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1089080468437918032004-07-05T22:20:00.000-04:002004-07-05T22:21:08.496-04:00the only space i have left
fuckberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1089080384695862932004-07-05T22:17:00.002-04:002004-07-05T22:19:44.710-04:00in the only space i have left
fuckberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1089080350035686292004-07-05T22:17:00.001-04:002004-07-05T22:19:10.110-04:00in the only space i have left
fuckberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1089080304475497652004-07-05T22:17:00.000-04:002004-07-05T22:18:24.493-04:00in the only space i have left
fuckberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1088658323183938652004-07-01T01:05:00.000-04:002004-07-01T01:06:44.886-04:00yesterday was two months. today is my father's birthday.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1086497224444306292004-06-06T00:46:00.000-04:002004-06-06T00:47:04.443-04:00i should be so luckyjamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1085968057019456272004-05-30T21:47:00.000-04:002004-05-30T21:56:25.746-04:00son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. who's gonna do it? you? you, lieutenant weinberg? i have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. you weep for santiago and you curse the marines. you have the luxury. you have the luxury of not knowing what i know - that santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. and my existencejamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1085636651486045622004-05-27T01:42:00.000-04:002004-05-27T01:48:00.660-04:00james needs to find
a. a place to live
b. a big tv
seeing tiff again was fun. seeing gopal again was fun. maybe i'll be seeing zeyen, marge, andrea, and chris in the next few weeks. that should be fun. i'd also like to see some of the seniors before they leave. my to-do list just piles and piles.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1083913738091407642004-05-07T03:08:00.000-04:002004-05-09T01:48:28.170-04:00my heart's beating to the rhythm of the music. i've got mondo '77 in my blood. i've got the groove. i've got the jive. drink the sorrows away. let it be what it is. live life in the present. love life. know that we live to love. ankur, i'm missing you.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1083536404344887222004-05-02T18:20:00.000-04:002004-05-04T02:56:50.686-04:00patmakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103709607650938605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1082358318297351112004-04-19T03:05:00.000-04:002004-04-19T03:08:14.200-04:00this is crazy ridiculous.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1082277119603847332004-04-18T04:31:00.000-04:002004-04-18T04:34:54.186-04:00i almost broke out into a fight with this kid this afternoon. he was steppin and he was trippin.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1082075669836235492004-04-15T20:34:00.000-04:002004-04-15T20:37:22.153-04:00hm..
"God looks after you especially."
The first time I got a religious fortune cookie..jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1080969293877221742004-04-03T00:14:00.000-05:002004-04-03T00:17:33.530-05:00what's more money than when....
...the ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold?jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1079476588523080172004-03-16T17:36:00.000-05:002004-03-16T17:38:50.716-05:00oh, hey guys. let's play some ball.
...
oh wait, no, it's SNOWING
(let's go snowboarding instead!)jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-107881825722001422004-03-09T02:44:00.000-05:002004-03-09T02:46:31.716-05:00my writing sucks, liar.
oh yea...WHO'S GOING SNOWBOARDING? I'M GOING SNOWBOARDING. and need we ask who is, once again, not going snowboarding? tsk tsk...
ps. can someone, anyone, please tell me how to put pictures/movies up on to this site. i have an ishload of incriminating photographs of you folks i would love to post up.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1078731562974094542004-03-08T02:39:00.000-05:002004-03-08T02:41:36.373-05:00i have an exam in 7 hours....ahhhhhhh....btw james, you're a mad good writer....i'd give you some e-props for that but this isnt xanga...chaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15265451405281450570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1078383850773913892004-03-04T02:04:00.000-05:002004-03-04T02:06:20.623-05:00In moments between the dull of the beat, the cigarette smoke, the laughter between sips of beer to the first glance sunrise the next day, I find myself at perfect stillness. I'm in peace. Enveloped within the folds of the night, I'm lost in the silence and alone in my thoughts. Like a blanket, the darkness is my protection from the grits of reality and from my life. It's the only opportunity for jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1078375347666281442004-03-03T23:42:00.000-05:002004-03-03T23:44:36.890-05:00shit! i need to do work!jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1077771804330622432004-02-26T00:03:00.000-05:002004-02-26T00:05:27.106-05:00Hey.. been tryin' to meet you. Hey.. must be a devil between us..jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1077688601182770902004-02-25T00:56:00.000-05:002004-02-25T00:58:43.576-05:00just wanted to post somethingberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1077683225844910692004-02-24T23:27:00.000-05:002004-02-24T23:31:29.340-05:00They say to always hold your head up and break out a smile even in the your times of pain and despair, because there will always be somebody out there whose lot is worse than yours. Believe what you may, but I've never considered the weight of those words until recently when I was asked to inspect what things I had and what things I held dear. I'm thankful I grew up in the place I did, to the jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1077433189738733172004-02-22T01:59:00.000-05:002004-02-22T02:07:21.293-05:00it's a shame there are those whose existence feeds off egos and leeches off pride. it's a shame that there are those who feel satisfied when they will hate solely for the sake of hating, rather than, say, for personal injury. it's individuals like these whose being is governed by irrationality. easily manipulated, they live to fit a mold created by group politics, and it quickly becomes difficultjamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1077305585594587232004-02-20T14:33:00.000-05:002004-02-21T18:38:03.106-05:00jcrew just called me...looks like i won't be getting those pimp sock shoes. =***************(jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1077185186354634362004-02-19T05:06:00.000-05:002004-02-19T05:14:55.856-05:00http://www.jcrew.com/catalog/product.jhtml?id=prod61996927&catId=cat56476
"sweet blazin' jesus, batman! these are pimp!"
- me to myself
apparently, i call myself batman.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1077147360982213072004-02-18T18:36:00.000-05:002004-02-18T18:37:56.246-05:00fuck, i missed dyke ball...again.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1077083145321819402004-02-18T00:45:00.000-05:002004-02-18T01:58:26.576-05:00dear girl, why stay mad
at the world for way it is?
you dumb dumb dumb ass.
doing lab till 5
and crashing on partner's couch
leaves drool on chem books.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1076839252353470022004-02-15T05:00:00.000-05:002004-02-15T05:02:44.390-05:00this entry is dedicated to that sleazy, sleazy, sleazebag who tried working his mojo with the hot dancer girl at the party tonight. you're a ballroom dancer who works at the box office in Annenberg, for god sakes. and you also have a small penis. and this entry is also dedicated to that dork with the cashmere sweater, walmart shoes, and harry potter glasses who kept asserting that his Wharton jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1076720579316728392004-02-13T20:02:00.000-05:002004-02-13T20:04:49.936-05:00i smell like pizza right now. that greasy, fatty self that i am.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1076558270712293852004-02-11T22:57:00.000-05:002004-02-11T22:59:38.860-05:00so, screwed out of housing again for this upcoming year. god, penn's housing and conferences services really sucks ass..jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1074495582648155992004-01-19T01:59:00.000-05:002004-01-19T02:01:06.700-05:00HIMshuffleberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1073117121394193752004-01-03T03:05:00.000-05:002004-01-03T03:06:30.390-05:00said no to snowboarding...yet once again, i have ditched...chaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15265451405281450570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1071678206714106412003-12-17T11:23:00.000-05:002003-12-17T11:24:19.013-05:00you is the fuckberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1071646173378438962003-12-17T02:29:00.000-05:002003-12-17T02:30:25.233-05:00in the past two days i've single-handedly finished off a whole bag of chips ahoy. mmmmmmmmmm.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1070493912619979382003-12-03T18:25:00.000-05:002003-12-03T18:25:51.356-05:00you sickoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1069373319920682002003-11-20T19:08:00.000-05:002003-11-20T19:09:06.013-05:00i think hubert needs some ass. where's the cucumber?jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1069139166266283602003-11-18T02:06:00.000-05:002003-11-18T02:06:29.780-05:00how empty and lonely these days can beberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1068623536148707582003-11-12T02:52:00.000-05:002003-11-12T02:52:13.886-05:00dear friends,
thank you.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-106766302681706472003-11-01T00:03:00.000-05:002003-11-01T00:03:45.913-05:00hey bro wats up???berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1066451058828185582003-10-18T00:24:00.000-04:002003-10-18T00:24:18.653-04:00what is this. i'm feeling it again. right now i wouldn't mind getting in my car and driving and driving away. maybe to new hampshire or vermont or something. so i can just leave and get away from everyone and everything. i'd need a car though.. best i can do is sleep and wander. so i think that's what i'm going to do. oh. and i guess janice is pretty cool. those wellesley girls..jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1065339407606592562003-10-05T03:36:00.000-04:002003-10-05T03:36:47.236-04:00today is the greatest day ive ever known
so SUCK ITberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1064807616972881272003-09-28T23:53:00.000-04:002003-09-28T23:53:36.366-04:00I FREAKING HATE XANGAS THAT PLAY MUSIC. LET ME SURF IN PEACE!!!! >=0
and to steve, happy 16th! i wish you much health and happiness. your shit from me should be coming in a few days!
and to emily, i wish you a very, very happy and drunk 21st! i'm looking forward to a ridiculous night of retardedness. (buy me a beer!)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1064439376990245312003-09-24T17:36:00.000-04:002003-09-24T17:36:16.640-04:00i think i am going to trhow up. and what's up with constantly quoting sp? can't buy what i want because it's freejamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1064343136806662492003-09-23T14:52:00.000-04:002003-09-23T14:52:16.980-04:00despite all my rage i am still jsut a rat in a cageberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1064212105055759692003-09-22T02:28:00.000-04:002003-09-22T02:28:24.810-04:002:30 in the morning. we're all still awake. i'm desperately behind on work. but i'm going to go to sleep. whatever will become of me?jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1062832104347550182003-09-06T03:08:00.000-04:002003-09-06T03:08:24.380-04:00i'm sorry, but i think it's the end starting from here. no more obsessions, wishful thinking. i think i'm going to take it as it is from now on. the occasional candy flirts by, but nothing that will ever hold me, yank me, frustrate me. so there it is, live it straight, and love every minute of it. that's what i say.
to recant one of my favorite quotes, "hold fast to the spirit of youth. let the jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1062650658872984362003-09-04T00:44:00.000-04:002003-09-04T00:44:18.890-04:00unexpected resurrectionjamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1061782351896410592003-08-24T23:32:00.000-04:002003-08-24T23:32:31.933-04:00nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-1056695696827937592003-06-27T02:34:00.000-04:002003-06-27T02:34:56.766-04:00today we went to 7-11berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-953617092003-06-06T03:41:00.000-04:002003-06-06T03:41:42.036-04:00heyberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-948854712003-05-26T01:37:00.000-04:002003-05-26T01:37:04.200-04:00b00b3r7Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601140899934957788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-948787482003-05-25T22:04:00.000-04:002003-05-25T22:04:19.536-04:00CORRECTION: N00BERT IS IN FACT N00B3R7. THAT IS ALL.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-946155742003-05-19T23:57:00.000-04:002003-05-19T23:57:36.346-04:00HUBERT IS NO MORE. IT IS NOW N00BERT. THAT IS ALL.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-943057562003-05-13T23:20:00.000-04:002003-05-13T23:20:38.500-04:00I don't really hate you. I'm just saying that. I'm bored.Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601140899934957788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-941200862003-05-10T17:33:00.000-04:002003-05-10T17:33:24.776-04:00I hate you. Really. Not saying who, but if you think it's you...it probably isn't. And if you don't think it's you, it probably isn't. So just shut the fuck up, okay? By the way, I can't wait to get wasted at my house...sometime over the weekdays so my parents aren't home... and most likely after my summer classes are over. 9 out of 10 says I won't be chillin much over the summer. I'mma get as Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601140899934957788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-940822642003-05-09T20:51:00.000-04:002003-05-09T20:51:04.670-04:00IT IS HOVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
i'll be comin back to lovely marlboro in a matter of days. then i'll be getting my car and driving far far awayyyyyyyyyy. the goal is mexico.jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-935693192003-04-30T22:26:00.000-04:002003-04-30T22:26:38.253-04:00http://www.fabrica.it/gallery/interactive/item13.html
if you use the number keys and work 1 and 3 just right, you can get the nike basketball commercial beat going on. =)jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-934962682003-04-29T19:41:00.000-04:002003-04-29T19:49:10.000-04:00the condition of my room follows a periodic trend corresponding to test dates / paper due dates. i don't know why that his, or how it arises, but it just does. so right now, it's the biggest shithole.
also, i think the pd express ladies down at mcclelland suck.
and also, i think our campus is pretty divided on their opinion of the best chinese food truck. i know kim's has a crowd of devoted jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-933315522003-04-27T02:07:00.000-04:002003-04-27T02:09:50.000-04:00patmak, you shady shady mofo. i cannot believe you put pills into his drink. next thing you know, you'll be popping rufios into brina's drink, and then you'll be tapping what you shouldn't. you shady shady mofo.
argh. well yes. i got back in at around 1 from pennasia downtown. haha someone's got to have pictures of the stupid, embarrassing idiocy that we did for po, on stage, in front of 150 jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-932842622003-04-26T02:29:00.000-04:002003-04-26T02:38:46.000-04:00hm. whatsup. glad to be able to come back here again. to once more pour out a little bit more of my thoughts and feelings about life. and stuff like that.
well the reason for the unusually long period of inactivity was just being bogged down with random, hectic, stressful stuff. mostly about school. and then about life. i'd been meaning to get back here to jot down some of what i was thinking jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-930599092003-04-22T14:12:00.000-04:002003-04-22T14:12:37.110-04:00hello
berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-929435632003-04-20T16:04:00.000-04:002003-04-20T16:04:49.640-04:00marlboro, marlboro, marlboro...jamesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-928470142003-04-18T13:27:00.000-04:002003-04-18T13:27:45.590-04:00Hey guys...Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601140899934957788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382001.post-923888452003-04-10T18:40:00.000-04:002003-04-10T18:40:47.170-04:00like so many other times, james says it best. we're with you ank. take care buddy
berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07042329470879194706noreply@blogger.com