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21 November 2002 (Thursday): the return of room 201

I just realized why I have an online journal. It's the next best thing to having the room by the stairwell again. It's a surrogate for leaving my door open as I work on my problem sets, and having people poke their heads in to say hello, offer sympathy for frustrations, and occasionally distract me with an impassioned discussion or two. Basically, a blog revives my collegiate existence. And for that, my friends, I can't thank you enough.

(Anyone up for a late-nite burger run?)

posted by enjelani @ 12:28 PM PST

Replies: 8 comments

The advantage here of course, being that you don't have all that smelly farting to deal with. :)

posted by jim @ 21 11 2002 02:31 PM PST

true, true...but you don't get the oh-so-innocent coed backrubs, either. :)

posted by enjelani @ 21 11 2002 03:02 PM PST

oh, man, this just made me *so* homesick for room 201. the conversations, the backrubs, the fruit lights... ;-)

if you're ever down in my neck of the woods late at night, i'm usually up for a burger run. well, if i'm awake, that is.

posted by Lynn @ 21 11 2002 06:03 PM PST

*poo* *chee* *poo* *chee* *poo*

Au passé
avant qu'Enj y habitait
à côté
s'était appellée
St. Germain des Près!

*poo* *chee* *poo* *chee* *poo*

posted by MacAdamer @ 21 11 2002 11:23 PM PST

Innocent.
HAH.


That's all I have to say about that.

Dammit, now I want a burger.

posted by Gaudior @ 22 11 2002 01:51 AM PST

mmmmmm.... burger.

posted by soren @ 22 11 2002 01:43 PM PST

Hrm. My college existance was spent 95% with my roomates, and nobody else :)

I thought all the other people were more or less dorks. Haha.

That's what I get for not being a party-type ;)

posted by syndromes @ 24 11 2002 01:46 PM PST

what's Solomon up to these days, anyhow?

posted by Zach @ 24 11 2002 02:55 PM PST