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Rivals.com just ranked Cal at #31 going into the season. They have our first opponent, Michigan State, at #32.
I am sooo ready for Fall.
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Twelve Reasons a Movie Should Never be a First Date ↪
gondaba:
No Country for Old Men is probably one of the most incredible movies ever made, but it’s not really something that says “hey, let’s have giddy, experimental sex afterward” to your date.
13. The damn armrests in the three closest Berkeley theaters do not go up.
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My final paper in sound era film history is about these two theorists. This is exciting because I’ve never gotten to write about such total BAMFs before.
I’m contemplating including their pictures in the essay to support my thesis: “Eisenstein and Bazin are hella sicknasty.” B+ here I come!
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We really need to hang out some time. You… me… Faye Dunaway.
Other people can come too! Warren Beatty!?
― Hilariously slurred voicemail from David
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bunkercomplex:
Graham couldn’t have been that bad.
I’m guessing he was. Poor Graham.
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I’ve always dreamed of naming my kid XMZOQKE.
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I get so much extra stuff done when I try to write essays. It’s amazing. Here are some of the things I’ve accomplished in the past 4 hours:
- Organized desk.
- Adjusted posters.
- Checked email, thoroughly.
- Caught up on facebook friends’ lives.
- Researched famous Serbians, the largest herberium, and the top US dance tracks of 2008 per week on Wikipedia.
- Realized how much time I was wasting.
- Watched ukelele videos on Youtube. I like this one.
- Walked around downstairs.
- Wrote 88 words in 3 sentences on essay.
- Updated blog.
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The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating…and you finish off as an orgasm!
― George Carlin (1937-2008) (via livejamie)