space-oddity's Diaryland Diary

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bad, mark. bad.

Lemonade Lights: i fucking hate betsy fucking pickle.
Gotherand: who's that?
Gotherand: rugrats?
Lemonade Lights: the woman who reviews for the sentinel
Lemonade Lights: she's a fucking moron.
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Gotherand: you should pour chocolate on her article and mail it in to her and say "here, i thought i should return this to you since i wiped it with shit."
Lemonade Lights: hahahahaha
Lemonade Lights: where did that come from?
Gotherand: i don't know. i have a bad place in my head.

mark, also known as gotherand, took a quiz in one of his classes a couple of weeks ago and got a point taken off of his grade for misspelling some dude's name. yeah, sure, it was only a point, but it was a fucking in-class quiz. the spelling of people's last names shouldn't weigh so heavily during an in-class quiz. the professor who took the point off wrote a "-1" and some illegible character next to mark's goof. again, wtf? if you're gonna be a petty little shit about stuff, you should at least explain legibly why you are being such a prick.
this very same professor had given her class a handout with the word "classical" misspelled. mark and i came up with the idea of taking a copy of that handout and marking it "-1" next to the spelling error and then copying that same illegible mark she had put on his paper. then we'd put the mutherfucker in her mailbox. yeah, paybacks are a bitch,

and we can be little children sometimes.

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nooo, i just saw an ad for a cellphone/toothbrush on the television. this little jewel is being manufactured by the makers of crest toothpaste.
kids, just say no!

5:56 pm - Monday, Dec. 10, 2001

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