Evidently, I am both Steve Robertson at Berkeley (as he informed me) and Adam Parrish at Berkeley (as I then suspected). This result requires a new category of Googlewhacking!
Will now go to sleep with only a minimal idea of the music and Russian I should have down for tomorrow. Argh! At least I could sing "do-la-sol-la-do" earlier today, after some practice and false …
"There's no use trying to hide it from you, so I'll just come right out and say it: I don't want to be in the A.R. anymore. Or do accounting of any kind. I graduated …
"Nobody's perfect... until you fall in love with them." If they're still perfect to you, WATCH OUT! Make sure you're seeing the flaws! Otherwise the relationship will die and you won't know why!
What sort of party would I have that would encourage an attendant to write a multi-recipient email the next day with a subject of "Horny Crip Tales"?
I threw a party last night and many people attended and we had fun and now I'm still exhausted! And I kinda want to rest before I head off to Linguistics. But I have to …
"For the most part, academic poetry has managed to remain free of the rivalries, violence, and excess that trouble its more flamboyant cousin, gangsta rap."
People seem to be having a good time at my party right now! Woo-hoo! I hope that the presumedly soon arrivals of Kevin Maples and my cousin Vinay won't overcrowd the place.
A scholarship whose amount varies based on the number of aces Venus and Serena Williams make during tennis games.
Leonard's backup site: slow, yet rewarding. Like a turtle!
