June 3, 2003

• Wiffle Spud!!!

  
  

  What is a wiffle spud, you ask? Why, it is a potato full of holes like a wiffle ball, that is used to break awkward silences in the conversation. SO over the weekend, a former medical school admisions director for med schools gave me a call. This was through a friend of a friend that they got my name and had offered to help me out w/my application, which i gladly accepted. SO after talk w/her, i learned that I do have a comptetive application, just need to work on some aspects…but at least hey I got a shot. Grooviness. SO the venice beach capoeira thingy fell through, so instead several of us went down to Habibi’s and partook of the hookah for a few hours. Ordinarily I am not a smoker, but hookah is fun…plus it was nice to be able to hang out w/everyonez. Then yesterday went to go study nihongo w/Ar, and had to take the elevator of death to reach his apartment. The elevator is so called because each floor it starts to shake a little more, and in the evenings the electricity is turned off. In the elevator. So you can’t see a damn thing. Yeah. Hence, elevator of death. Well, 2 finals this week, both on thursday…ugh. Stupid exams, why can’t the professors just pass me?

  
  

  Next set of finals parodies is almost done though. I was thinking of not doing it this time, but I actually got complaints when I mentioned it. I guess after 3 years of sending them out every quarter, people have come to expect it. Neat. Well then, all you folks can keep looking forward to the quarterly sing-alongs I conduct from stress

  
  

  Righty-O then. Necesito estudiar mucho esta semana, y porque de eso, I will prob not have anything omishiroi to write about until who knows when…but then, ya never know

  
  

  Moral of the Story: Never be predictable

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