Excuse the crappy grammar, we haven’t been getting a lot of sleep. Just be sure to compare the current state of our dorm to how good it looked back when we made the first video. I’d classify this video as failure, but I needed to do something to keep me awake and test out the new video streaming stuff.

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The days before a final:

Don’t look at the book man, don’t do it. It’s easy stuff. And don’t go to class, no one can understand your teacher, so it’ll be a waste of time. Play some Zelda, yea, some Zelda. Or maybe even some Metroid Prime. That game kicks ass.

The night of the final:

Fuck man! Look at the fucking book! THE BOOK! You don’t know shit, do you!?!? NO YOU DON’T YOU SHITFUCK. Maybe if you went to class, you’d fucking understand this shit, but no, you had to sleep. You didn’t even fucking play Zelda, you just went to the same websites over and over again, hitting refresh, hoping to God someone would post something. Well guess what, now you’re F’ed in the A. No, wait, you know what, you’re Fucked in the Asshole. You’re like three steps above F’ed in the A.

But you know what, don’t study. Its okay. Blog about how you aren’t studying instead. That’s the smart thing to do. The internet will save you. Yup, the fucking internet, the one that screwed your asshole and then left it in the dirt like some sort of drunk whore is going to save you in your time of need. So you know what, I’m going to listen to my teacher and go to sleep. He said to go to sleep early, it would get me a better grade, so I’m going to actually listen to one of his many life lessons and go to sleep. It doesn’t matter if I know the material or not, he said if I sleep, I’ll do better than everyone else. So good night internet, you can have my asshole some other day.

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Basically, Songbird is a media player much like iTunes but instead of having to buy songs from the iTunes music store or whatever, you can search for songs on the internet and download them from there. Its pretty much like Google-ing for .mp3s, but Songbird lists out the results in order of audio quality and lets you stream them before you download them. There are also blogs/sites that let you stream music and with SongBird its easy to make a Online Playlist with these blogs.

Its open source and developed by “the Songbird Team,” the people who are responsible for Winamp. Its currently in the beta phase, 0.3 being the newest version, but it does what its supposed to do without messing up. The only problems I’ve encountered so far was installing some of the plug-ins. The older ones don’t work but that’s about it.

I’d suggest just trying it out. There are still a bunch of features I don’t use/haven’t gotten to yet so don’t just read this post and reject it.

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I just realized its 5 A.M. and I have a class at 10. Sure, I could get 5-ish hours of sleep and go to class but then I’d have to wake up and I can’t do that after only 5 hours of sleep. So instead, I’ve decided to stay up all night and hopefully not fall asleep in class. It’s probably for the best. I have English tomorrow and everyone knows you need to be able to b.s. shit to get an A in those classes and I B.S. the best when I’m half asleep. But right now, I’m going through the phase where my body is desperately trying to make me go to sleep and in order to fight it, I decided to type this up. So if I don’t make any sense, randomly change subject, stop in the middle of a sentence, or whateverelseimightdo, forgive me. -insert transition sentence here, well, I would, but fuck you mrs holland-

Last night, yea, I think it was last night, or the night before, who knows, the Cuas, Anhthu, and I went to the largest corn maze in the world, according to the Guinness World Record. Its 40 acres in size and has tons of corn. I mean, they could have fed all of Africa with that corn, but Americans need their corn mazes so its all good. Everyone knows Halloween > Africans. Well, at least that’s how it is for other people. For Indians, there is no Halloween without black people. Our parents scare us by telling us to watch out for the black guy that’s standing outside camouflaged in the darkness of night. Okay, back to topic before I forget what happened.

We got there at 8:10 (me thinks), gave them $9 each, and got our tickets and maps. The girls tried to map out a path, but they failed and we decided to just run in with just our awesomeness to help us find the way out. The first few minutes were spent walking around in a group, with Sam stopping to take a piss, but then Sam and I decided to go in a different, random direction. It was kinda useless since we ended up meeting up again 10 minutes later. After that, something happened, we split up again and Sam and I ended up getting lost some more. It was during this time that Sam decided that he would try to be funny and cut through the corn to get ahead of where I was going and scare me, or something stupid. The first time he ran into the corn, I had to walk around this patch or corn while he sat in the middle doing god knows what until he decided to come back out. The second time he ran away, I was heading through a patch of corn and all I heard was Samuel saying “that way is stupid” and when I turned around, he was gone. I went backwards to where he was and after 30 seconds of standing there, I decided to walk away. As my not-with-samuel luck would have it, I found the exit in about 10 minutes after that so I decided to call Anhthu to see how the other group was doing and to see if they had found Sam. Unfortunately, they were in the middle somewhere and Sam was no where to be seen. Being the idiot I am, I decided to go back in and look for Sam. Luckily, we bumped into each other a few minutes later but my with-Samuel luck kicked in and we couldn’t find our way back out.

And so we decided to call the girls to meet up with them. With the help of some yelling, we met up with them at the bridge that was in the middle of the whole damn thing. There was some map dropping, picture taking, and a men vs women bet to see who could make it out first. The girls outlined a way out on the map and got a 2 minute head start, but of course, Sam and I got out first. Fast forward about half an hour - 45 minutes later. Almost everyone is gone and the girls are still lost in the maze. Sam and I decided that a search and rescue was in order, since Aileen had the car keys, and so we went back into the maze not knowing where to go. I’m getting tired of typing now, so here’s pretty much what happened. The girls yelled a whole bunch, we ran straight through the corn towards their voices, we found them, guesstimated which way the exit was, and then ran back through all the corn and got out. Ends up that they had made it out one time before, but they had exited out on the other side of the maze and so they decided that it would be fun if they ran back in.

All in all, it was fun, well worth the $9 and we all learned a valuable lesson: Don’t use maps or your brain, just listen to your gut. (… and colbert fans laugh) sdfdsf, I don’t think I like how this is turning into a real blog instead of a money making tool.

There be some pics after teh breaks.

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Sorry for the lack of updates, nothing cool has happened for a while. Hopefully this picture of a Geisha makes up for it:

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Yea, I know, “this is madness!” but I assure you, this is Chim. Just know that it wasn’t supposed to be this way, I was just trimming it becuase you know, us Indians have to groom our mustaches like rich white people groom their prize dogs, but one side looked crooked to someone and then one thing led to another and the next thing I know is that I have a tiny Hitler stache. I thought about keeping it, but I was like nah, I have to go to school. Oh well, it’ll grow back in like a week. I grew that much back in a day. The only good thing that has come out of this is being able to make fun of Samuel. I had more facial hair than him even after I shaved.

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As most of you already know, Sam and I have a pet lizard. He caught him over the weekend while I was gone. It took us four days, but yesterday, we finally got some food for him. We had to go ant hunting, but it was worth it. We caught around 20 ants, but Lizzy is blind and can’t see the ants unless they’re a cm away from his face. Otherwise they just crawl over, under, and all around him. Hopefully he’ll learn how to eat once he gets bigger.

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To update Emo’s:

So anyways, instead of doing my freakin’ Asian American Studies essay which is due in 5.5 hours today, we decided to go bowling. I found it freakin’ hilarious how everyone kept trying to say Harpreet’s name. With the adjective thing, emo used Happy Harpreet, which sounded like Hoppy Hapeet at the time. I said Super Sam. Regrettably, I didn’t say Sexy Sam or something cooler like Somethin’ Sam. Anyways, we bowled and everything and I was suckin’ ass real bad. Like my lips were all over this guy’s fat, hairy ass. Then, at like the 5th frame, I started my cheating method. I’d roll the ball and shove it onto the lane instead of throwing it like normal. It’d go hella straight and shiite so it was working pretty well. At the beginning of the tenth frame, Hoppy had 91 points, while I had 75. We both had strikes and this was it. The moment of who gets a dollar. Hoppy screwed up his strike and got a nine. I went up and guttered immediately. It was horrible, with all the pressure on me. Second try for a spare, and I got a nine. It was over. I let out a primal, guttural wale and the world crashed down on me. Hoppy was all grins and evil laughy. I reached over into my back pocket slowly feeling for that papery feeling. I pulled out the dollar…farted on it and handed it to Hoppy. He doesn’t even know I did it and won’t until he sees this post in a while. We ended up forkin’ over a dollar fiddy each, but I didn’t wanna give up more than a dollar so I told preet to give up the dollar he just won for both of us. So in the end, he ended up paying fiddy cents for me and I only lost that much. In other words, I’m rich, BIATCH!

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Yesterday Sam and I went bowling with his sister, Aileen. She told us that some other people she knew there, but she wouldn’t tell us who. Sam suspected it was this Asian Christian group she made him hang out with last weekend. When we asked her, she said not to worry because we would get our own lane so it wouldn’t matter. So we made the biggest mistake of the day and decided to go.

Once we got there, it was decided that our religious freedoms were worth less than $6 (how much it costs to play on a lane) and we decided to just play a game with the Christians. “That ok I guess,” I thought to myself, “they can’t be that bad. They’re just people like the rest of us.” Boy was I wrong.

The first one we made contact with was Mrs. Wong 2.0 but twenty times worse. She made us introduce ourselves to everyone and then she made all of her friends go around in a circle and say they’re names. I guess it wasn’t that bad, it was a nice-not-so-fast-way of getting things started but whatever. But then these other two people came and the chick got the brilliant idea of going back around in a circle, saying our name along with an adjective that had the same first letter as our first name and our lowest bowling score. It was like the orientation queerness all over again. Everyone had shitty low scores and there I was, with my low score of 1 0 fucking 2. I told them I only played one game before and that that was my only score, but it made it awkward seeing as how they were all better than me.

So after half on hour of that bull, we finally started to bowl. Aileen wanted us to make a bet where lowest score buys highest score a drink, but Sam and I knew it would just turn into a battle of who wasn’t going to buy Aileen a drink because she’s cheatingly good. So instead, Sam and I wagered a dollar on the game. Maybe Sam can update you guys on what happened during the game, like me starting of with 2 points in my first two tries, but in the end, I won 119-101 and I got my $1, but then I lost the dollar because we had to pay the Christians $1.50 for playing with them.

New High Record: 119

[Update]: Now that I have some more time, I guess I’ll go into more detail about what happened. Pretty much, it was queer all around. There was some queerness to the left, queerness to the right, queerness down the middle and queerness all night. There was no, “YOU SUCK!” when someone went up, there was just “Wooo! Yea! Good Job!” Fuck, if I hear someone tell me “Good Job” when I hit one pin in two tries, I’m going to shove the bowling ball down their throat. Debra, the Mrs. Wong 2.0 chick, she was the leader of the queer pack. I wish my name was harder to say because the entire time she was going “Go Harpreeeeeeet!” Comon, there are two “E”s, not fucking forty bitch. Then at the end, she was like yea, you guys can hang out with other groups too if you want cuz this is the somethingqueergroup but there are other groups that bowl too. Thanks Debra, thanks for giving us permission to not be your bowling buddies, thanks a bunch.

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