watched: ah, a bit of bat country tonight
playin': ninja! (disclaimer: do not go there unless you want to spend some time testing your typing reflexes. Because it's really not based on ninja abilities at all, I'm afraid to admit! But, if you're rowdy badass like me, then you'll decipher their Asian-speak and beat the purple guy's scrawny ass first try.)
meeting: lotsa new .flamers! But perhaps that does not the best nickname make... even if I did say it with only affectionate intentions.

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Won't write much, because I am, alas, a wee bit tired. But things are good, life is nice. This week shan't be amazingly insane, if I ever decide to get my ass in gear on that lab11. Oh, goodness! And I have an excursion to the outback this weekend! I had almost forgotten. Well. (It's actually going to be here on campus.)

(But, it'll seem like the Outback! With our very own Just Peachy!)

(Don't mind me. Just talking to myself about Survivor.)

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Learned from the smartest boy I know: fingerprints and toeprints are just our body's version of tire tread. Grooves for the moisture to slide down, such that we have more traction than bald tires do. Cause really, how much would that suck? I wonder if it was also a evolutionary necessity for our lips to be able to have that kind of grab? I know I grab a lot more stuff with my teeth. But maybe lips with grab have their selling points...

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"...a partial glimpse we chance to get of those we love brings us more pleasure than an accurate vision of other things, however many or great they are."