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11/7/2006 8:48:10 PM

T - ~1.25 hrs.

11/7/2006 8:48:14 PM

I hate school

11/7/2006 8:49:02 PM

I'm about to show you just how missin me feels.

11/7/2006 8:49:29 PM

i wish tomorrow was friday

11/7/2006 8:52:15 PM

i hate homework

11/7/2006 8:53:19 PM

Friday is gonna be a goooood day...I wish tomorrow was friday too!

11/7/2006 9:05:33 PM

fuck friday
i just want it to be tomorrow night

stats

11/7/2006 9:14:52 PM

why does everyone hate stats...

11/7/2006 9:15:49 PM

i took bus 350 and got a b+ in it...i took ap stats in hs though...i always thought it was kinda easy

11/7/2006 9:17:47 PM

cause it sucks
you can twist numbers to make them look any way you want
we all know this

oh yeah, and i haven't had a math class in like 6 years

11/7/2006 9:17:49 PM

this seems like a good voting for the democrats

11/7/2006 9:27:49 PM

^Them boobies would make a great sausage sammich...

11/7/2006 9:30:35 PM

oh jesus christ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFKdUVsjUqY

11/7/2006 9:44:28 PM

11/7/2006 9:46:52 PM

11/7/2006 10:07:55 PM

whats the deal with precum

11/7/2006 10:09:00 PM

11/7/2006 10:09:56 PM

i wonder when all the results will be tallied?

11/7/2006 10:10:17 PM

what a beautiful night.

11/7/2006 10:43:01 PM

Knotty, paunchy, nutty, raunchy, Pynchon's first novel since Mason & Dixon (1997) reads like half a dozen books duking it out for his, and the reader's, attention. Most of them shine with a surreal incandescence, but even Pynchon fans may find their fealty tested now and again. Yet just when his recurring themes threaten to become tics, this perennial Nobel bridesmaid engineers another never-before-seen phrase, or effect, and all but the most churlish resistance collapses. It all begins in 1893, with an intrepid crew of young balloonists whose storybook adventures will bookend, interrupt and sometimes even be read by, scores of at least somewhat more realistic characters over the next 30 years. Chief among these figures are Colorado anarchist Webb Traverse and his children: Kit, a Yale- and Göttingen-educated mathematician; Frank, an engineer who joins the Mexican revolution; Reef, a cardsharp turned outlaw bomber who lands in a perversely tender ménage à trois; and daughter Lake, another Pynchon heroine with a weakness for the absolute wrong man. Psychological truth keeps pace with phantasmagorical invention throughout. In a Belgian interlude recalling Pynchon's incomparable Gravity's Rainbow, a refugee from the future conjures a horrific vision of the trench warfare to come: "League on league of filth, corpses by the uncounted thousands." This, scant pages after Kit nearly drowns in mayonnaise at the Regional Mayonnaise Works in West Flanders. Behind it all, linking these tonally divergent subplots and the book's cavalcade of characters, is a shared premonition of the blood-drenched doomsday just about to break above their heads. Ever sympathetic to the weak over the strong, the comradely over the combine (and ever wary of false dichotomies), Pynchon's own aesthetic sometimes works against him. Despite himself, he'll reach for the portentous dream sequence, the exquisitely stage-managed weather, some perhaps not entirely digested historical research, the "invisible," the "unmappable"—when just as often it's the overlooked detail, the "scrawl of scarlet creeper on a bone-white wall," a bed partner's "full rangy nakedness and glow" that leaves a reader gutshot with wonder. Now pushing 70, Pynchon remains the archpoet of death from above, comedy from below and sex from all sides. His new book will be bought and unread by the easily discouraged, read and reread by the cult of the difficult. True, beneath the book's jacket lurks the clamor of several novels clawing to get out. But that rushing you hear is the sound of the world, every banana peel and dynamite stick of it, trying to crowd its way in, and succeeding.

I am so fucking excited.

11/7/2006 10:52:59 PM

Nip/Tuck was frickin great tonight. I'm going to bed when I get numb in a few minutes.

11/7/2006 11:15:56 PM

MEH

11/7/2006 11:39:18 PM

Ok, I'm almost done for. Bedtime, bitchez!

SWEET DREAMS! I love you all.

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11/7/2006 11:49:23 PM

THAT'S A PIMP HAT

11/8/2006 12:02:38 AM

Quote :

"THAT'S A PIMP HAT"

11/8/2006 12:03:24 AM

Quote :

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11/8/2006 12:03:56 AM

I went to all my classes, I'm very excited about my new project, and things seem to be looking up

11/8/2006 1:41:37 AM

redux

11/8/2006 3:28:43 AM

i have the most sexy legs ever

11/8/2006 3:29:34 AM

i'm about to fall asleep sitting straight up *sigh*

11/8/2006 7:14:04 AM

i'm hungry

11/8/2006 7:56:11 AM

Quote :

"i'm about to fall asleep sitting straight up "

lol that was me yesterday....

11/8/2006 8:48:57 AM

to me there is a strong line between coworkers and friends...and those two things never cross or intersect

stop being nosey!

11/8/2006 8:51:11 AM

food

11/8/2006 9:22:32 AM

wishing i could take back 1 thing i said

11/8/2006 10:38:20 AM

I wish I could take back a shitload I've said, and I wish I'd said a shitload I didn't.

I'm not losing sleep over it, though.


Speaking of which, I think I'm going to go back to sleep.

11/8/2006 10:41:43 AM

raleigh has seemed so dead this week- monday traffic was great, today traffic was great

sure hope i get that job...

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11/8/2006 10:59:48 AM

My bed

11/8/2006 11:02:38 AM

maybe all that sleeping this past week was my body trying to fend off this cold

11/8/2006 11:29:35 AM

I GOT A MOTHAFUCKIN INTERVIEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

11/8/2006 11:37:55 AM

don't forget to take them flowers

11/8/2006 11:39:06 AM

lol...i'll get the ones with chiggers on em!

11/8/2006 11:41:55 AM

poot

11/8/2006 12:40:00 PM

oh gah...my belly....hahahaha peace out DUMSfeld!

11/8/2006 1:08:53 PM

I haven't slept, it's raining... All signs point to skipping my last class in favor of naptime.

11/8/2006 1:28:29 PM

^ lets make spoons

11/8/2006 1:28:55 PM

Wow. That shit really was In Before the Lock.

11/8/2006 1:35:58 PM

My day went from to

11/8/2006 2:20:20 PM

want to make with the sex.

11/8/2006 2:20:54 PM