I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving (you know you did if you were lucky enough to go home!)!!!  No need to pity us left-behinds however, for we joined forces and had a Thanksgiving of our own...dysfunctional, yes, but really fun (Spencer:  "mic check"). 

Lunch:  My day started with a Thanksgiving lunch with Sylvia and Stan who are both so great to me.  Thanks a lot guys!  Too bad we sat in the airplane-air-smelling corner, eh? 

Dinner:  Thanks must go to Brandon who actually made most of the Thanksgiving dinner, even though Darren and I did stir, which we all know is absolutely crucial to the making of any holiday meal (Note:  Mercilessly insulting the cook is also crucial).  Dinner was really great, and I suffered from a major food coma afterwards.  So I just lied down as the guys played video games including DDR!  Check the link on the bottom of this entry b/c I posted a video of Brandon's feet as he plays, as well as some other older videos of the guys across the street and my Dancha!

OH!  OH!  I must make mention of this:  1) I was the only girl at the party which was really weird b/c it was a pretty big party.  2)  Brandon's friend Darren was also there, which was really freaky for me because get this:  Darren and I went to the same elementary school (Aina Haina), like I distinctively remember him so when he walked into the apartment I screamed "OMG!  I went to elementary school with you!"

Coincidences like this have been happening a lot to me lately and it just goes to show how small the world is...take a look at this list...

1.  My Writing 140 teacher (Arsiyanti Ardie) took a class with my roommate Char BEFORE I KNEW EITHER OF THEM.

2. I became good friends with a guy named Evan in High School and I found out just recently that he and Char were good friends in 8th grade.

3.  I met a guy named Bruce through Julie and he told me a story about how his roof was leaking.  A few days later, I met Brandon through Char and he also told me that his roof was leaking!  It turns out, Brandon and Bruce are roommates!!!

4.  I went to Aina Haina Elementary School with Darren and then never saw him again after that.  I saw him for the first time in NINE YEARS at yesterdays party b/c he was Brandon's guest.  He and Brandon have been friends for nine years!

Aiyah, if that's not freaky I don't know what is!!!

Look at how ghetto Brandon looks...in an apron covered in ducks...Meh-heh-heh-heh

Here's the link to see the DDR video (his feet actually tear a hole into the pad, watch for it, then laugh heartily...like this, "AHAHAHAHAHA"):

http://www-scf.usc.edu/~lorettaw/videos.htm

**JUICY GIRLS!**

I've had such a great few days!  OMG, but now I have a math MT tomorrow so no more fun...(sadness).  Ok, it started on Thursday when I saw THE PRODUCERS!  For those of you who don't know about The Producers...

Based on the classic 1968 film, The Producers tells the story of broadway producers Bialystock and Bloom who scheme to make money by producing the biggest flop stage show (Springtime for Hitler) in history. 

Alright, I know this description is a little dry, but I couldn't find a better one.  Anyway, the show was F*CKING AWESOME!  It was HILARIOUS!  There was one point where Martin Short and Jason Alexander were just fooling around and adlibbing everything.  It started when Martin (playing Bloom), and Jason (playing Bialystock) are sitting on a couch, and then Martin purposely slips onto the floor and Jason is trying to help him up, but Martin is just dead-weight, and Jason is really struggling to help him up.  Between his huffing and puffing, Jason wheezed out, "If only I had upper-body strength," and "okay, screw the lines."  All the while the audience is going wild, it was one of the funniest things I've ever seen. 

At the end, the whole audience got a real treat.  The cast comes out and they all are applauded, etc, then Jason says, "we don't usually do this but, we hear there is a special guest in our audience tonight.  And this man has been very influential in both Martin and my careers so if he could, we would like him to stand up...is DICK VAN DYKE in the audience?"

OMG, it was so awesome to see him!  Oh, the night was just so perfect...Julie and I got free water...HAHAHAHA!  YAY! 

See for yourself...

I know this pic is bad b/c the person taking it wasn't very good.  But I like it b/c we all look like vampires b/c our eyes are glowing!

Pointy Fingers at The Producers!  I love you guys!

Yesterday I had another great night when I went to Santa Monica with Char, Loris, Caroline, and Nick.  We met up with some other people I don't really know, but we all split up to see different movies.  Char and I went to see Brother Bear b/c we're pathetic nerds who like that sort of stuff.  It was a cute movie, but not exactly the best work I've ever seen.

AHHH THE FOBBYNESS!

Me and Loris PF!  YAYYYYYYY!  The Pointy Fingers spreads...

So that's about it.  I have to go study now b/c like I said, I'm pathetic and I like that sort of stuff.  Oh yeah, here is a picture my parents just sent me of my sweet six-year old Pomeranian Dancha right after he got a bath so he's all clean and fluffy!  EEEEEE!  KAWAIIIIIIIII!

STUDY TIME!  WISH ME LUCK!

I've got an macroecon MT on Tuesday and Daniel is coming today to borrow a book I haven't read yet so I have to keep this entry short.  I'm really tired right now and it always feels like every week there is some test to study for or some fun event that I want to go to (but shouldn't).  So...(sigh) there is no rest for the weary.

Last week was hell for me.  I studied from Sunday until Wednesday afternoon for my Oceanography MT (which was stupid considering I'm taking it pass/fail), which left me only Wednesday night to Friday afternoon to study for Accounting.  OMG, I should have budgeted my time better b/c hello?  Accounting versus Oceanography...no contest...Ocea--ACCOUNTING!  ACCOUNTING!!!  But I think everyone agreed that this test wasn't as bad as the last one, but still...it was hard...and there weren't as many questions so if you get one wrong you lose a lot more points. 

Yesterday (after my mandatory beach fieldtrip for Oceanography) Daniel, Tiff, and I went shopping and Century City and then saw Elf.  Believe it or not, I think all three of us liked that movie.  I mean, who doesn't love Will Ferrel?  The man, is HILARIOUS!  We all left the theatre feeling happy and all Christmas-y on the inside.

Random pictures...from many random times...

OMG TIFFANIE!  SOME MYSTERIOUS NINJA IS GOING TO STAB YOU!

The next pictures are from a stats/dinner party Tiff and I threw...

Julie totally immersed in the basketball game.  GO YAO!  REPRESENT!...Can I write a check?

Tiff and Jason pretending to be friends...I MEAN!  Huh?  WHERE AM I?

 

Jared...passed out...wearing a skirt...yeah, I don't know what's going on either...and where is his hand going?  UGHHH....

HALLOWEEN!  Due to the shame Tiff and I will always have, we never left each other's side that day.  It isn't so bad dressing up as long as you have someone with you!  YAY!  PARTNERS IN CRIME!

The dirty beach I went to for Oceanography yesterday.

A seastar from that dirty beach.  Oh, this reminds me.  Some people at the fieldtrip were being such big assholes!  They were poking the animals with their pencils and some of them actually took LIVE ANIMALS out of the water and took them home!  Needless to say, these animals died UNNECESSARILY; and the GREED, CRUELTY, and IGNORANCE of some people still disgusts me.

Is it a dream?  NO!  THE POINTY FINGERS RETURN (Lord of the Dance style!).  I think it goes without saying that yes, I was the coolest person at the beach that day.

AAAAAAHHHHH STUDY TIME!

I hate parameters; I hate populations; I hate correlation; I hate hypothesis testing; I hate proportions; I hate binomials; I hate samples; I hate deviations; I hate intervals; I hate p-values; I hate charts; I hate sample sizes; I hate tails; I hate means; I hate degrees of freedom; I hate OJ; I hate his long nails; I hate his excessive head-nodding; I hate midterms…I HATE MATH!  GWAAAAAAAA!

 

I studied math 9-hours straight last night, and after my midterm performance today, I realize that I’M JUST A BIG LOSER!  How do you study that long and still be freakin’ clueless?  Ugh…so tired (passes out).

 

Last Friday, B, Tiff and I went to Magic Mountain for a day of “fun,” however I prefer to call it, “make Loretta value her life again” day.  OMG, I cannot handle rides at all.  Brian dictated that our first ride would be the one called “X” which is actually the scariest one in the park!  WHY BRIAN, WHY?!  I’m a big scared-y cat so I think I would have benefited from a slow build-up to impending doom to get my confidence up…start with the carousel, and work your way up.

 

OK…X was just WRONG.  WRONG ON SO MANY LEVELS.  I swear I thought I was going to die.It’s one of those dangling leg rides, and you start the ride by going backwards, very slowly, up the first “hill,” and then when you fall, your chair flips so that you are falling FACE DOWN (!!!!), FREEFALL STYLE.  Before you hit the ground (which I thought was going to actually happen), the ride jerks back up and you are sent through a series of loops and twists and more falling and OMG all I wanted to do was cry.  When it was over, I felt so relieved to be alive…

 

Our second ride was the Batman ride, which was NOTHING compared to X but I was still so traumatized by X that when I was being strapped in, I asked Brian, “Dude, what am I doing here?…”  Brian and Tiff gave me a lot of emotional support which helped considering the fact that there was no escape; I was already harnessed into the stupid thing.  So the ride was just a lot of twists, turns, and flips, which made me so dizzy, that when it was coming to a stop, I thought we had stopped upside-down (me to Brian:  “OMG, ARE WE UPSIDE-DOWN?!!!”) so I freaked out thinking that the ride malfunctioned!  But no.  Ugh, never going back!  NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER!  (But the trip did have its moments:  Me:  “My name CRUSH!”  Tiff:  “My name UGHHH!”)

We went home after that b/c it was already 10:30, (we stood in line for at least the four hours we were there).We went to Claim Jumpers after that and Brian and I shared this big-ass BBQ meat platter!SO GOOD

And now for the usual totally random pics:

Cali has been having a lot of problems with fires b/c it's been so hot lately.  This picture was taken from the line to X.  The smoke was so bad that the sun was actually RED, and every-so-often you'd find bits of ash on yourself.

A picture of one of the coasters.  I'm pretty sure this isn't X b/c it doesn't look life-threatening enough.

Tiff and Brian posing with their stuffed animal prizes (Brain:  whack-a-mole champ; Tiff, "guess your age" winner!)

Me and Brian looking kinda gangster but actually we're just really tired.  My legs were just killing me! 

A BOY WEARING HEELS...To protect this boy's identity, I photoshop-ed in some strategically placed stars over his face.  I'd like you to note that he is voluntarily posing and smiling b/c he actually likes it.  He strutted and pranced...SO WRONG (vomit)!!!  Why Jon, w--I mean!!!  Why...MYSTERY-SHOE-WEARER WHY?!!!

THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO MADE MY BIRTHDAY THIS YEAR THE BEST ONE I’VE EVER HAD!!!  I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!

 

So yeah.I had like the best birthday ever this year.  So now I must take the time to thank all of you guys for what you do for me each and everyday. Whether it be just sitting around and talking, or having some hyper-charged debate, or laughing our voices away (or in the case of Tiff and me, laughing until we vomit and die), you guys make my life complete.  Really, you do.  I’m so lucky to know each and every one of you, and it almost scares me to think that there are actually people out there that like a crazy, messed-up bitch like me.  You (my wonderful friends, and my amazing family [SYLVIA, YOU READING THIS?!!!I’M TALKING TO YOU!(pointing)] complete me (ßworst cliché ever, but it’s true).

 

I wish I had some pictures or something to post with this, but alas, I was caught without a camera.

 

THE HIGHLIGHT OF LAST WEEK:  Witnessing my best friends, who are three of the smartest, most enlightened, and talented individuals I’ve ever met, set an ICE CREAM CAKE ON FIRE!  HAHAHA, my birthday cake was a brilliant fireball; the top of the cake was literally aflame…man, you guys…you ARE the best.

 

QUOTE OF THE DAY:  “I can’t go out in public wearing those big, Arabian, MC Hammer pants!”—Tiffanie

 

If there is a higher being out there:  Thank you for surrounding me with such wonderful people...

HAHAHAHAAAA the greatest thing just happened.  Okay, the story goes like this:  Our apartment complex has this problem where the people don’t dump their garbage down the chute b/c they’re just lazy and don’t want to touch the dirty chute, so oftentimes when you throw your trash away, you’ll find bags of other residents’ garbage sitting OUTSIDE of the chute stinking up the whole area.  So Tiff comes back after throwing away our garbage and tells me that she found 2 bags of garbage outside of the chute.  We both get really mad b/c we brave the germs and the stench by actually jamming our arm into the chute to shove our garbage down and these SOBs just make it worse for everyone except themselves!  So I ask her if she wants to leave a note and she agrees.  We both write notes on different colored post-it notes with different pens to simulate the effect of two different angered residents from TWO SEPARATE APARTMENTS who are just “voicing their opinions.”  Me being the mean old hag that I am, wrote this:

 

Throw your f*cking trash in the goddamn chute!  Have some f*cking decency you mother f*ckers.

 

Tiff went the sarcastic approach with this:  Good job not being a spoiled child, you b*tches.

 

So just now I went to the chute to throw away some garbage and what do I find?The note that I wrote was on the ground and THE TRASH WAS THROWN AWAY!  YEAH!!!!  But the garbage with Tiff’s note on it is still in the chute, waiting to be thrown out.Mwa ha ha ha…we know who the official garbage-note writer is in this apartment!

 

A passage from my econ book:  But it would be a mistake to believe you can turn a parrot into a macroeconomist by simply teaching it to say “C+I+G” or “Polly has a multiplier.”

 

Honestly, if they just got rid of these bad Merle-esque jokes and went straight to the point, the text would probably be half as long and not a suicide-inducing death trap.

 

On Thursday, Tiff, Daniel, Eddie, and I went to the Los Angeles County Museum of Arts (LACMA) b/c all three of them needed to sketch a certain statue for their art class. As usual, I have pictures(sorry the quality isn’t so great, but you aren’t allowed to take flash pictures around the art):

 

 

A close-up of The Hope of Athena that my three museum buddies had to sketch...

 

 

 

Daniel and Eddie, doing some hand motions that are supposed to make it seem like they're studying the measurements of the statue...it was all posed as I'm sure you all know...

 

 

POINTY FINGERS toward the Hope of Athena! 

 

 

Here's an EXTREMELY POOR QUALITY picture of me and Daniel, I'm doing the pointy fingers and Daniel is ACTUALLY TOUCHING THE FREAKIN' STATUE!  OMG!!!

 

 

Daniel and me in front of the Bust of Athena by Kresilas (430-420 BC).  Yeah, I don't know what Daniel is doing but his facial expression was the highlight of my day!

I was pretty hesitant about posting a new entry in my xanga b/c I knew that no matter what, I would never live up to “THE EYE.”  I probably will be shunned after this one for being so lackluster and unoriginal…all of my fans…gone…

 

The top 10 words used on Friday, October 03, 2003, 5 pm:

 

1. Raped
   
2. Accounting
   
3. Midterm
   
4. Stupid
   
5. F*cking
   
6. Merle
   
7. Screwed
   
8. Shit
   
9. Kill
   
10. Myself

 

I think you can pretty much guess how my accounting MT went for me just by looking at my lovely top 10 list.  If not:  I WAS RAPED BY THE ACCOUNTING MIDTERM.  STUPID F*CKING MERLE SCREWED US OVER…shit…I’m gonna go into that corner now and just kill myself. 

 

Other than that, I’m just exhausted.  I’ve been living off energy that I just don’t have.  I thought maybe I’d lose some weight b/c of all the fat I harbor that could be turned into energy, but no.  My fat friends are just too comfortable living inside of my stomach, thighs, arms, etc. etc. 

 

Here are a few more pictures that I took over the weekender.  I’m sorry but I don’t have some clever story to offer but hopefully the fact that I did Jon Lam’s nails is interesting enough.

 

 

Me doing J. Lam's nails!  Mwa ha ha ha...

 

 

So pretty!  Why am I going to USC when I could easily make a comfortable living being a manicurist?

 

 

Pointy fingers(!!!) (sort of), in front of this handicap sign ouside of In N' Out...what?  Is there something wrong with that?  I didn't think so...huh?

 

 

Tiff and Brian!  Next are some pictures of the beautiful UC Berkeley campus...

 

 

 

 

 

 

HAHAHAHA...so many papers...their buildings may be gorgeous but Berkeley OBVIOUSLY doesn't pay their janitors enough...won't somebody help this poor dilapidated flier-trolley-thing?

 

 

OMG, this is like THE GREATEST thing on the Berkeley campus.  It reads:  "This soil and the air space extending above it shall not be a part of any nation and shall not be subject to any entity's jurisdiction."  This circle was made so people could just stand in it and say whatever they want, and no one can touch them.  But it also means that if you somehow lured one of your enemies into it...mwa ha ha ha ha....

 

 

Gina and Eddie doing Pointy Fingers.  Gina embraced the Pointy Fingers but Eddie was just mocking us...like he always does...

 

 

Pointy Fingers at Berkeley's "Asian Ghetto" even though it wasn't very ghetto at all...

 

 

Pointy Fingers at this huge pagoda in J-Town

 

 

This is a smaller version of the house Tiff, Brian, and I plan on living in in the future...

 

 

Turtles that live at "our house."  They will bring our mail to us...as well as many diseases, I'm sure.

 

 

One of my favorite pictures from the whole trip!  Yay for us!  You can see the Golden Gate Bridge in the background BTW.

 

 

This weird street that is super freaky b/c it is in this steep zig-zag pattern...I thought I was going to die the whole time down. 

 

 

A pretty building in San Fran.

 

 

Pretty view of S. F.

 

 

And even better than a view of S.F. you have Alcatraz...at least I think that's Alcatraz.  Bwa...who cares...I have to study for 310...(tears)

THE EYE

 

 

 

It was a sunny day.  It began during a road trip up to San Francisco when our heroes noticed that they were being followed by a mysterious forced known only as THE EYE…(not related to the Eye from Lord of the Rings).  THE EYE was terrible, and all-staring.  There was no sleep when it came to THE EYE.  Only  terror and self-wetting followed in the wake of THE EYE.  It followed them everywhere…even in the car…

 

 

 

 

 

Due to paranoia, our heroes attacked everything that they thought was the culprit.  The Berkeley Bear was their first victim.  

 

 

 

However, even after the shrill yelling fest and eye gouging,   THE EYE still followed them.

 

They next suspected it was a dirty, starving pigeon, so they poisoned it with a cup full of Drain-o. 

 

 

THE EYE still followed.

 

 

Then they accused a cross-section of cable that held up the Golden Gate Bridge to be the one staring at them all this time…but then Tiffanie fell madly in love with it and caressed it amorously.  She was confident that her newfound lover was not their suspect.

 

 

Their next suspect was a statue the creator of the Golden Gate Bridge, in which the two girls attempted to break his silence by using psychological warfare technique known as “Pointing At The Guilty Until They Break.”  But their interrogation was labeled “inconclusive.”   However, he will still be held captive until further reports come in on a later date.

 

 

So THE EYE still remains a mystery.

 

 

 

During a lapse of weakness, Tiffanie and Loretta could not bear the pressure of THE EYE and attempted to commit suicide by jumping off the bridge.  Their attempts were foiled by the chicken wire that encompassed the bridge. 

 

 

 

They cursed their inability to fit through one of the holes and hung their heads down in disappointment. 

 

 

They attempted to outrun THE EYE by stupidly running uphill Lumbard Street. 

 

 

Physics naturally took its toll and they tumbled down. 

 

 

 

Trying to take their minds off the insanity of the eye, they visited a Burberry shop.  Unfortunately, a different sort of insanity gripped Loretta, and Tiffanie was forced to subdue her, lest she give in to a passion of consumerism. 

 

 

Being poor, they decided to lower their standards by visiting a local Macys instead, in which they displayed an awe-inspiring sense of fashion. 

 

 

 

They believed themselves to be drop dead gorgeous.

 

 

“You?”

 

 

“Me?”

 

 

“YOU?!”

 

 

“ME?!!!”

 

The only sane hero displayed his disgust…

 

 

...and proceeded to vomit uncontrollably.

 

 

He then THREW HIMSELF DOWN THE STAIRS in an attempt to erase the horrible images in his mind. 

 

 

Unsuccessful, he climbed back up…

 

 

...AND THREW HIMSELF DOWN AGAIN!

 

 

Failing yet again, he weakly climbed up the steep FIVE STEPS…

 

 

...And was finally able to kill himself.

 

 

With their friend gone, and no one else to converse with, an uncomfortable silence permeated the air.  Our remaining heroes fidgeted awkwardly.

 

 

“Hey, did you say something?”

 

 

“No…”

 

 

And then they both wanted to DIE.

 

 

Later that night, sleeping serenely, Loretta was unaware that THE EYE loomed, more powerful than ever. 

 

 

WHY, IT WAS TIFFANIE ALL ALONG!!!

 

 

The creepy sensations of her eyes staring at Loretta…

 

 

Managed to rouse Loretta from her slumber eliciting a squeal of fright!

 

 

Luckily, she always sleeps next to her trusty fork, and made a desperate lunge for it.

 

 

Instinctively, Loretta jabbed Tiffanie in the eye, releasing all of the rage and fright she harbored all weekend. 

 

 

Howling in pain, Tiffanie’s eye was NO MORE…

 

 

On the way home, a beaten and cyclopsed Tiffanie pouted the whole ride down.

 

 

“Oh Tiffanie…when will you learn?”

 

 

THE END

 

Oh yeah, Brian was stuffed hastily in a bag and thrown into an LA freeway…he would have wanted it that way. 

 

Yesterday was Jorge’s birthday…HAPPY BIRTHDAY JORGE!!!

 

Our birthday boy chose Hooters as his birthday establishment (fitting considering both Hooters and Jorge turned 20 this year).  I thought the guys would be all drool-y and stuff over all the girls but they weren’t.  They were so mellow…maybe it was because Tiff and I were there…communicating through sign language while making funny noises. 

 

And of course…we have pictures.

 

 

 

Jon Lam looking open and personable as usual. 

 

 

They look sorta glum don't they?  But they perked up when they saw this...

 

 

POINTY FINGERS AT HOOTERS!  Oh wait, they weren't happy to see us...they actually were embarrassed!  Care?  I do not.  But they were happy to see this...

 

 

Pay no attention to this...it's just some car parked on the street...umm what kind of car was this again?  An Acura Integra?  Wha?

 

Alright, I’ve got a story for you guys.  I went to go see Hopkins for Accounting help on Tuesday.  As many of you know, I have a bad sense of direction...more like horrible; I probably could get lost in a paper bag, so it makes sense that I would get lost inside the Accounting building.  As I was trying to find a way out, ANY way out, I ended up in a little hallway, and BAM!  Right next to me in the hallway of ACCT is this evil creature…

 

 

 

BABOON! 

A life-size baboon…sitting what seems to be rather harmlessly on a chair, but oh I’m on to its little tricks.  Phase 1) Look cute sitting in its chair, Phase 2) Deceive naïve Loretta with its “friendly” smile, and Phase 3) Follow her home, and eat her alive!!!

Clever my friend, very clever…

I’M ON TO YOU MR. ALL-SMILES-BABOON!!!

Note:  Next is a really stupid AIM conversation Brian and I had yesterday.  See if you can pinpoint 1) the moment our conversation becomes stupid, and 2) the moment we transition from sheer stupidity to an unabashed, no-holds-barred display of LOTR virtuoso.

 

crazyazn17 (6:38:13 PM): omg is morgan stanley trying to advertise to chinese ppl or what?

crazyazn17 (6:38:19 PM): that is our client...the nation of china

watermelonwish (6:38:39 PM): WHAT?!  

watermelonwish (6:38:46 PM): DID I JUST READ RIGHT?

crazyazn17 (6:39:20 PM): YES

crazyazn17 (6:39:25 PM): morgan stanley!

crazyazn17 (6:39:28 PM): what are you doing?!

watermelonwish (6:39:41 PM): we are not fooled...

watermelonwish (6:39:45 PM): but oh, the ignorant masses...

watermelonwish (6:39:51 PM): they may be taken in by their devilry!

crazyazn17 (6:40:07 PM): we must begin our crusade

crazyazn17 (6:40:11 PM): but wait

crazyazn17 (6:40:13 PM): no...

crazyazn17 (6:40:18 PM): we dont care about other people

watermelonwish (6:40:24 PM): but...they are our brothers...

watermelonwish (6:40:28 PM): our asian brethren

watermelonwish (6:40:30 PM): we must...

watermelonwish (6:40:35 PM): for our...people...

crazyazn17 (6:40:47 PM): we must weed out the weak

watermelonwish (6:41:00 PM): but the only ones left will be you and me!

crazyazn17 (6:41:36 PM): i get n america and europe

watermelonwish (6:41:47 PM): WHAT?

watermelonwish (6:41:49 PM): no fair

watermelonwish (6:41:56 PM): dont' leave me with all of the third world crap!

watermelonwish (6:42:00 PM): FINE

watermelonwish (6:42:02 PM): i get asia...

watermelonwish (6:42:09 PM): well i get the rest

watermelonwish (6:42:10 PM): there!

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crazyazn17 (6:43:14 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:43:16 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:43:16 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:43:20 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:43:21 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:43:23 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:43:24 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:43:30 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:43:31 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:43:32 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:43:33 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:43:40 PM): (how long will this madness continue?!)

watermelonwish (6:43:48 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:43:52 PM): (til eternity i suppose)

crazyazn17 (6:43:53 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:44:06 PM): (for the good of the world, we must argue on forever)

watermelonwish (6:44:06 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:44:16 PM): (we must)

crazyazn17 (6:44:16 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:44:31 PM): (yes, we will sacrifice ourselves for others...our one noble deed in life)

watermelonwish (6:44:32 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:44:53 PM): (we wouldnt want that...perhaps we should desist)

crazyazn17 (6:44:54 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:45:02 PM): (you stop first)

watermelonwish (6:45:02 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:45:10 PM): no (to both)

watermelonwish (6:45:38 PM): (fine)

watermelonwish (6:45:38 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:45:44 PM): (very well)

crazyazn17 (6:45:45 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:45:56 PM): (then we go until one falls...)

watermelonwish (6:45:58 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:46:10 PM): (sadness)

crazyazn17 (6:46:10 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:46:14 PM): (prepare yourself)

watermelonwish (6:46:15 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:46:28 PM): (for YOUR end)

crazyazn17 (6:46:29 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:46:55 PM): (mwa ha ha ha...you wish my friend...)

watermelonwish (6:46:56 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:47:19 PM): (no need to wish my child...)

crazyazn17 (6:47:20 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:47:42 PM): (your end is near...)

watermelonwish (6:47:42 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:47:56 PM): (as is yours!)

crazyazn17 (6:47:57 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:48:09 PM): (go towards the light)

watermelonwish (6:48:10 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:48:22 PM): (dont follow the lights)

crazyazn17 (6:48:23 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:48:36 PM): (you shall die by my hand...or text!)

watermelonwish (6:48:36 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:49:04 PM): (leave now and never come back)

crazyazn17 (6:49:05 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:49:33 PM): (and give you an easy escape?)

watermelonwish (6:49:36 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:49:37 PM): (resistance is futile)

crazyazn17 (6:49:38 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:49:52 PM): (your life is hanging by a thread!  bow down to me!)

watermelonwish (6:49:53 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:50:01 PM): (fly you fool)

crazyazn17 (6:50:02 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:50:23 PM): (GANDAAAALLF!!!  NOOOOO!)

watermelonwish (6:50:24 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:50:42 PM): (NoOOoooOoooOOOOOooOOOO!!!)

crazyazn17 (6:50:43 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:50:54 PM): (YEEEEEEEESSSS!)

watermelonwish (6:50:55 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:51:04 PM): (we must make for lorien)

crazyazn17 (6:51:05 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:51:23 PM): (to the gray havens...do you really think he will come back?)

watermelonwish (6:51:25 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:51:54 PM): (to calas galadhorn)

crazyazn17 (6:51:54 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:52:08 PM): (so Gandalf, you have chosen...death)

watermelonwish (6:52:09 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:52:14 PM): (elfdom on earth!)

crazyazn17 (6:52:15 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:52:33 PM): (blood has been spilt this night)

watermelonwish (6:52:34 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:52:43 PM): (you have no power over me)

crazyazn17 (6:52:43 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:53:01 PM): (you cannot pass!  go back to the shadow...)

watermelonwish (6:53:01 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:53:04 PM): (the red sun rises)

crazyazn17 (6:53:04 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:53:47 PM): (toss me, i say you have to toss me!)

watermelonwish (6:53:47 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:53:50 PM): (what business do a man, elf, and a dwarf have in the riddermark?)

crazyazn17 (6:53:51 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:54:03 PM): (the dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark)

watermelonwish (6:54:04 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:54:11 PM): (we track a party of uruks)

crazyazn17 (6:54:12 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:54:44 PM): (they are here)

watermelonwish (6:54:44 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:54:46 PM): (do you want me to descibe it to you?)

crazyazn17 (6:54:47 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:55:01 PM): (or shall i get you a box?)

watermelonwish (6:55:01 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:55:13 PM): (dont tell the elf)

crazyazn17 (6:55:14 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:55:21 PM): (the bridge of kazadum)

watermelonwish (6:55:22 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:55:36 PM): (the mines of moria)

crazyazn17 (6:55:37 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:55:38 PM): (did you see two hobbits?)

watermelonwish (6:55:38 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:55:56 PM): (they would be but children to your eyes)

crazyazn17 (6:55:57 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:56:08 PM): (a hobbit lay here....)

watermelonwish (6:56:08 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:56:29 PM): (their hands were bound)

crazyazn17 (6:56:30 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:56:53 PM): (their binds were cut...)

watermelonwish (6:56:54 PM): yes

crazyazn17 (6:57:11 PM): (fangorn forest)

crazyazn17 (6:57:12 PM): no

watermelonwish (6:57:12 PM): i have to go soon!

crazyazn17 (6:57:16 PM): haha me too!

watermelonwish (6:57:19 PM): (they crawled)

watermelonwish (6:57:19 PM): yes

watermelonwish (6:57:22 PM): we're so sad!

watermelonwish (6:57:26 PM): this madness ends NOW!

crazyazn17 (6:57:30 PM): (what madness lies in there)

crazyazn17 (6:57:31 PM): no

crazyazn17 (6:57:33 PM): fine

crazyazn17 (6:57:34 PM): hehe

watermelonwish (6:57:38 PM): truce my friend

watermelonwish (6:57:40 PM): truce

crazyazn17 (6:57:45 PM): i accept

crazyazn17 (6:58:05 PM): our nations are no longer at war

 

We are soooooo pathetic...