T.K. Hervey, "He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute."

Is that it? Is this all life has to offer me? At the moment at least it seems quite stale. Maybe that's why people skip grades and go to work early, to save up for money younger and to start enjoying life at a younger age.

The more interesting sensation I've had recently is massaging my foot after it falls asleep. It doesn't feel like yours anymore, and just like a lump of meat.

Lucky. It's the name of the game.

Est. 1746, Princeton University is a vibrant community of scholarship and learning that stands in the nation's service and in the service of all nations. Too bad there's no biology department. According to my dad, there used to be a department called Biochemistry and Biomedical Sciences (or something) but it disappeared and Arnie Levine, his old boss, was recruited to make the molecular biology department. Too bad.

Man, I could really go for some tennis right now. Or italian ice.

In a month school starts again and I haven't finished anything I wanted to. My research is confronted by several roadblocks, I haven't made a list of prospective colleges, much less applied for applications, and I still haven't read The Color Purple. Ugh.

The worst part is that I keep putting everything off, and it gets harder to start the later it is.

World domination in 2025 is going well. Socialist France (#5403) has just broke one million net worth and its archrival Madnesset is going to have an unpleasant surprise very soon. Sorry Patrick but I had to break off my defensive alliance. Alliances cost too much money to maintain and I needed to reverse my deficit spending.

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Get it?

It takes two to tango.

This is it. I've figured out a foolproof way of quitting xanga. I just change my password AND my email address into meaningless gabooberschnick.

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So long,

David Yin