Monday, April 26, 2004

Same old dream thrice in one month. Zombies and baseball bat and all. The cause? Role playing? A result of two-minute noodles for dinner? Latent hostility towards society? Desire to play pro baseball?

Song of the day: Joe Cocker's I get by with a little help from my friends, which was the theme for the class today. Everyone helped everyone else out with the project and we managed to do a decent job of them, strangely enough.

In news of the strange at SZABIST, you would think that if the end result of a man shaving his head would be to have his name replaced with a childish nursery rhyme for the duration of his stay in the university, it would stop him from shaving his head. Not so for mister Patel, or should I say "Ganjoo Patel, teri khoppree main tael, etc etc". My God the man craves attention.

Misha at Monday, April 26, 2004

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