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April 29th
5:10 PM
Look who came to visit and try to steal my orange juice!
Culture Shock was this weekend. Discovered that no one really wanted to actually do Culture Shock this year, which was a relief, because I just wanted to see everyone all in one place and didn’t really care about any of the music (except Mal) and it was cold and oh my god too cold and too loud. I hung out with Roisin, Mal, Jessie, Chrissy and Erica for a bit, saw Tara and spent most of the night in Rachel’s studio, where Jakob eventually joined us. Anti-Shock again, and it was nice.

Look who came to visit and try to steal my orange juice!

Culture Shock was this weekend. Discovered that no one really wanted to actually do Culture Shock this year, which was a relief, because I just wanted to see everyone all in one place and didn’t really care about any of the music (except Mal) and it was cold and oh my god too cold and too loud. I hung out with Roisin, Mal, Jessie, Chrissy and Erica for a bit, saw Tara and spent most of the night in Rachel’s studio, where Jakob eventually joined us. Anti-Shock again, and it was nice.

May 7th
1:28 AM
MORE PRESENTS FROM LIBRARY ANGELS! The library is always such a magical place during finals. Robin just appeared with a case of sugar free Red Bull shots and gave us half a dozen.
This calls for another chorus of Tonight’s Gonna Be A Good Night, once again courtesy of Stevie’s blackberry.

MORE PRESENTS FROM LIBRARY ANGELS! The library is always such a magical place during finals. Robin just appeared with a case of sugar free Red Bull shots and gave us half a dozen.

This calls for another chorus of Tonight’s Gonna Be A Good Night, once again courtesy of Stevie’s blackberry.

1:08 AM

so we’re at the library

listening to Tonight’s Gonna Be A Good Night,

and Jesse is drunk off the tequila his boss brought out at work,

and Erica is waving around a plastic speculum,

and my finals are never going to get written.