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I haven't updated this peice in a while. So that's what I'm about to do. I'm not saying that I'll be writing anything worth while, but I'm writing anyway.

The new CALF is pretty intense. Not the same. I made a few comments today that were pretty much golden, but I got nothing. I think I might have to bring it up a level or perhaps down. I'm not really sure at this point. All I'm saying is, don't make any comments about sideways viganas or energy efficiency, that shit does not fly.

I'm pretty sure that this semester is gonna be crazy. I'm lovin my jerba at Brown Bag and all of my art classes. Hey kids, I might just be a real painter one day. Sweet. My room looks like someone just exploded and I have a lot of reading to so, but I probably won't fix either of these problems. Other than that, I'm so freakin happy and I can't seem to stop smiling. And that's never a bad thing.

Finally I have to document the fact that we had an unofficial CALF frat party last weekend. Fully loaded with beer bongs and puking. It was good time to say the least and I think we all took a much needed step down that night. word.