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ahh. relief. well, partially. it truly is a beautiful feeling to walk out of a classroom after a final into the beautiful, still, mid-50’s air, armed with a sense of confidence, even power, over that retarded test material. yes, it is good.

first things first. the Illini are good. no one is saying so, but (shhhh) they are. and also, this won’t jinx them because it would be too obvious of a jinx. jinxes are sneaky. by the way, if you’re wondering, i’m amazingly superstitious when it comes to sports. anyway, i have a few Illini-related things for you. first up is a well-crafted, nifty little article about Frank Williams. and furthermore, you should definitely watch video highlights of Illinois’ wins over San Diego State and Creighton.

ok, now that sports are out of the way, it’s time to say a lot of random shit. you see, i think i’ve been far too practical and diary-ish in my recent postings. it’s time to up the rant-level and random crap-level. here goes.

1. i have a White Hen Pantry a block from me. have you ever had those french vanilla artificial cappucino things from there? you push a button and let go when the cup is 2/3 full. anyway, those are GREAT. i love them. Mary says the artificiality accounts for its scrumptiousness. i think it’s the vanilla.
2. sometimes it’s nice and cathartic to walk around campus with my thug coat on and my headphones blasting Mobb Deep. i know those yuppie kids don’t approve.
3. did you hear about Bono meeting with GW? what gives? what qualifies someone who sings for a living (step back and consider that for a moment; it’s not the most cerebral endeavor out there) to speak about politics? hmm. nothing?
4. i have a serious problem in my life with antennas. everywhere, antenna problems. my TV doesn’t have one, so the reception is shitty (especially CBS, which i need at this time of the year for bball). i tried to improvise by rigging up some speaker wire, but it’s only partially effective. my little stereo in my bedroom has a broken stereo, and my car, which ONLY has a radio (no tape deck), has a broken antenna do. uhh, dammit.
5. i’ve been thinking and talking recently about what i like in girls. hmm. kind of confusing territory…
6. my fucking computer reboots spontaneously at least 5 times/day. it’s amazingly frustrating. i want to put my fist through the LCD. a reformat will come the first day of Spring Break.
7. why are dishes such a pain in the ass? they are an ever-present thorn in my side. i don’t think i’ve really washed a full sink of dishes for like 3 weeks. i just wash what i need on a per-session basis. and i use this nasty old sponge that i put soap on, but which i suspect is a pretty happenin hangout for like, mad cow disease.
8. omfg, i have a newfound love for the bench press…

oh, and speaking of rap, here’s some fantabulous shit from Chicago’s own Twista…

1, 2, 3, and to the 44, the good, the bad, and the ugly stickin you
fleein through the front door, and we gotta do one more
even though dealer watchin me like the lottery
we can still fulfill this westside odyssey mobster prophecy

well mobbin what can be better than weed, drinks, bitches and loot?
hangin off 20 G’s cause you got more money to scoop
lives a hustler by nature, fiend for paper, schemes and capers
constantly eyed by neighbors, who do the Feds favors?
[Twista -- "Mobster's Anthem"]

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