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SkiDawg111784: Well see...actually I don't personally know where it is...I have two friends that both know really specific clues, and I think with the three of us we should be able to find it real' quick....and tell mr. linnenkohl jr. that if he does "he's entering into a world of pain"...(actually....no...not really...I'll probably just be like wtf)....anyway...jb out
6.6.04
winding down to the end of the quarter. it is immensely sad to see everyone dragging their stuff down the elevators, and leaving behind empty rooms, devoid of posters, decorations, and the life that once dwelled there. i wish we could have a few weeks of just fun, where we had no classes and we just went and canoed and camped and saw shows and went to the movies and stuff. Alas, UW wants us out 24 hours after our last final. For me, that is 10:30 AM on Wednesday, but I doubt I'll be gone by then... I'll probably leave sometime on Thursday. There are some things I gotta wrap up before I get outta Dodge.
last night, in celebration of a fantastic first year here, our floor made the 20-minute drive to Alki Beach and played around for a few hours. I was pumped up and ready to play some tackle football in the sand, and I wasn't disappointed... we played a great game, going barefoot in the sand littered with cinders, cigarette butts and the occasional piece of glass. Needless to say, we all came away with filthy feet and sand in every nook and cranny in our clothing. Sadly, I had to stop early because my new ear piercing got tugged, lost its backing and ripped a slight bit. That should teach me to play contact sports while wearing jewelry. But it was still a fun time, because after I got back from cleaning the blood off my ear, we ate smores and listened to music around the campfire, and then attempted unsuccessfully to make a six-layer human pyramid for about half an hour. We also had fun going to other campfires down the beach and making people believe that the Tajikistani and I were German exchange students. They posed for pictures with us and asked us how we liked America... hahaha we are dorks, but it was so much fun.
I just got back from cheesecake factory with a few of the good ol' gang from oly, and now i've got to make up for lost time and hit the books. i'll be back in oly in a few days, probably thursday, and from there it's a matter of days before I touch down in Germany. At any rate... more later.
last night, in celebration of a fantastic first year here, our floor made the 20-minute drive to Alki Beach and played around for a few hours. I was pumped up and ready to play some tackle football in the sand, and I wasn't disappointed... we played a great game, going barefoot in the sand littered with cinders, cigarette butts and the occasional piece of glass. Needless to say, we all came away with filthy feet and sand in every nook and cranny in our clothing. Sadly, I had to stop early because my new ear piercing got tugged, lost its backing and ripped a slight bit. That should teach me to play contact sports while wearing jewelry. But it was still a fun time, because after I got back from cleaning the blood off my ear, we ate smores and listened to music around the campfire, and then attempted unsuccessfully to make a six-layer human pyramid for about half an hour. We also had fun going to other campfires down the beach and making people believe that the Tajikistani and I were German exchange students. They posed for pictures with us and asked us how we liked America... hahaha we are dorks, but it was so much fun.
I just got back from cheesecake factory with a few of the good ol' gang from oly, and now i've got to make up for lost time and hit the books. i'll be back in oly in a few days, probably thursday, and from there it's a matter of days before I touch down in Germany. At any rate... more later.
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bigaxl67: tell skidawg somtin fer me
Auto response from bigaxl67: Homework, floor dinner (last one!), a cappella rehearsal (also the last, for big group), mandatory floor meeting (whaddya know - the last one of its kind as well), and then bubble tea. busy!
bigaxl67: if he thinx hes gonna out do me, find the treehouse first, ill show up at HIS house, and ill FInd out where it is
bigaxl67: uuh ok bbye
this might be getting out of control.
Auto response from bigaxl67: Homework, floor dinner (last one!), a cappella rehearsal (also the last, for big group), mandatory floor meeting (whaddya know - the last one of its kind as well), and then bubble tea. busy!
bigaxl67: if he thinx hes gonna out do me, find the treehouse first, ill show up at HIS house, and ill FInd out where it is
bigaxl67: uuh ok bbye
this might be getting out of control.
bigaxl67: tell skidawg somtin fer me
Auto response from bigaxl67: Homework, floor dinner (last one!), a cappella rehearsal (also the last, for big group), mandatory floor meeting (whaddya know - the last one of its kind as well), and then bubble tea. busy!
bigaxl67: if he thinx hes gonna out do me, find the treehouse first, ill show up at HIS house, and ill FInd out where it is
bigaxl67: uuh ok bbye
this might be getting out of control.
Auto response from bigaxl67: Homework, floor dinner (last one!), a cappella rehearsal (also the last, for big group), mandatory floor meeting (whaddya know - the last one of its kind as well), and then bubble tea. busy!
bigaxl67: if he thinx hes gonna out do me, find the treehouse first, ill show up at HIS house, and ill FInd out where it is
bigaxl67: uuh ok bbye
this might be getting out of control.
'Look!' cried Montag.
And the war began and ended in that instant.
Later, the men around Montag could not say if they had really seen anything. Perhaps the merest flourish of light and motion in the sky. Perhaps the bombs were there, and the jets, ten miles, five miles, one mile up, for the merest instant, like grain thrown over the heavens by a great sowing hand, and the bonbs drifting with dreadful swiftness, yet sudden slowness, down upon the morning city they had left behind. The bombardment was to all intents and purposes finished once the jets had sighted their target, alerted their bombardier at five thousand miles an hour; as quick as the whisper of a scythe the war was finished. Once the bomb release was yanked, it was over. Now, a full three seconds, all of hte time in history, before the bombs struck, the enemy ships themselves were gone half around the visible world, like bullets in which a savage islander might not believe because they were invisible; yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions, and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.
-from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/ Unitarian, Irish/ Italian/ Octogenarian/ Zen Buddhist, Zionist/ Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/ Republican, Mattachine/ FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the ruse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme.
-from "Coda" by Ray Bradbury (epilogue to Fahrenheit 451)
And the war began and ended in that instant.
Later, the men around Montag could not say if they had really seen anything. Perhaps the merest flourish of light and motion in the sky. Perhaps the bombs were there, and the jets, ten miles, five miles, one mile up, for the merest instant, like grain thrown over the heavens by a great sowing hand, and the bonbs drifting with dreadful swiftness, yet sudden slowness, down upon the morning city they had left behind. The bombardment was to all intents and purposes finished once the jets had sighted their target, alerted their bombardier at five thousand miles an hour; as quick as the whisper of a scythe the war was finished. Once the bomb release was yanked, it was over. Now, a full three seconds, all of hte time in history, before the bombs struck, the enemy ships themselves were gone half around the visible world, like bullets in which a savage islander might not believe because they were invisible; yet the heart is suddenly shattered, the body falls in separate motions, and the blood is astonished to be freed on the air; the brain squanders its few precious memories and, puzzled, dies.
-from Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/ Unitarian, Irish/ Italian/ Octogenarian/ Zen Buddhist, Zionist/ Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/ Republican, Mattachine/ FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the ruse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme.
-from "Coda" by Ray Bradbury (epilogue to Fahrenheit 451)
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fcooperr: it isnt a 3 story treehouse
Auto response from fcooperr: Goi-men homework.
fcooperr: it is a small one room deal
fcooperr: it is in the backyard of a family named the cornwalls
fcooperr: mormons
fcooperr: their eldest dated my sister
fcooperr: he was a nice guy
fcooperr: up until that whole bank robbing, killing thing bit
fcooperr: kinda soured up after that
fcooperr: just... straightening it out
fcooperr: because that's what I'm good for
fcooperr: or something
Auto response from fcooperr: Goi-men homework.
fcooperr: it is a small one room deal
fcooperr: it is in the backyard of a family named the cornwalls
fcooperr: mormons
fcooperr: their eldest dated my sister
fcooperr: he was a nice guy
fcooperr: up until that whole bank robbing, killing thing bit
fcooperr: kinda soured up after that
fcooperr: just... straightening it out
fcooperr: because that's what I'm good for
fcooperr: or something
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