Wednesday, 09/03/03 - 1:00 pm.
I have to be at the UCA at 2:30 (--> argh).
There's this guy who we call WrongGuy. Because he knows everything the proffesor is talking about, and does a lot of talking himself, but always gets the details wrong.
Next to him there's this man we call DrunkGuy. He's pretty much like WrongGuy, only he doesn't get the details wrong, therefore he is not Wrong.
Yesterday they broke into our circle (Victor, Ern, Irene, Victoria, Angie and I). They now sit next or among us. They seem good people, but Victor and I have not exchanged a word with them.
We both just sit there and laugh at their expenses, while we talk about Seven Nation Army chords and Because I Got High lyrics.
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