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Sunday, August 31
Jim had a good idea. He told me I should update this mug. So....I shall. I tried Indian food. I dugged it quite. And my bowels are intact, going against the warning that Jim gave me after I had already finished eating. The food was pleasant, and it was buffet style. If you know my name, you know I dig the buffet style. After that we went and saw Seabiscut. I dugged that too. Although, the movie was slightly eclipsed by the super good time my brother, Jim, and I had in the bathroom. Now, that may sound odd, but it wasn't anything, erm, freaky. We just walked in and there were two people inside doing there thing, one on each end. About the fourth stall in, there was a wet floor pillar. Not a sign....a pillar. It was like a traffic cone, except jaundiced and on steroids. Came up to our chests. Anyway, Jim and I set up camp on the two urinals surrounding the "wet floor" one, but Manfred, being who he is, walked directly between us and picked the sign up (very matter of factly), moved it behind him, and appeared to pee. I say appeared because he said he was laughing too hard to actaully do anything. Jim and I were laughing as hard as we could without making noise. None of us could even look at each other. We would have busted up laughing. It was the most retarded thing we've ever laughed at. But right then, it was the funniest thing that could ever happen. Man, good times. I entered my room into this "Cool Cribs" contest thingy in the paper. If I'm one of the four winners, I get $250 to the store of my choice. Hehe, it'd be fun to tell them i want that at some restaurant. That's a freakin' party, dude. I kinda realized yesterday that I'm almost out of friends. Pretty much everyone left for college. Doesn't really matter, though. I spend so much time on homework that I can't hang out with anyone except on the weekends anyway, so it's not like I'm gonna get tired of the people. Besides, the people is basically Kevin, and how can I get tired of that guy? Wanna laugh your freakin' butt off? Go to www.thingsmygirlfriendandihavearguedabout.com. But it doesn't stop there! Be sure to hit up his main web page down at the bottom. It's awesome. If anyone wants to give me ideas for my independant study, that'd be cool too. G-Fry 
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