We all need direction to perfection.
It's the final countdown, gentlemen. Naught but three weeks remain. We're gonna make it. We're gonna make it. We're gonna make it...
Good, bad, or ugly, however you want to make it out to be, it's been a hell of a year. We all had our triumphs and we all had our mistakes, most likely more plentiful than our triumphs. But if you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything, and by god there are too many boring people out there to let these opportunities go to waste.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
The way they sing
Captain's Log: 4/10/11 - Sunday
Only a month remains in the semester and all but the strongest of us are losing strength. BoardPlus supplies are dwindling with each coming day and some crew members have been driven mad by the repetitiveness of dining on campus. There is word of a group of refugees who have sought shelter and individually prepared dinners in the Claremont village, but these are only rumors. Besides, the trek to the Village Grill is long and trecherous, almost two Claremont miles in distance and fraught with unfinished construction projects and knickknack shops nobody ever really wants to go into.
Despite our exhaustion and our misplaced sense of deprivation, the community spirit is strong. One can only have the faith that our brigade will see success in completing the year. We will need to gather strength before the great final battle of May 8-13; some have suggested a small scale invasion and looting of the Honnold Mudd stacks, which tactical teams are currently investigating as a possibility.
My eyes grow heavy and I know I must rest. Viva la resistance.
Over and out.
Only a month remains in the semester and all but the strongest of us are losing strength. BoardPlus supplies are dwindling with each coming day and some crew members have been driven mad by the repetitiveness of dining on campus. There is word of a group of refugees who have sought shelter and individually prepared dinners in the Claremont village, but these are only rumors. Besides, the trek to the Village Grill is long and trecherous, almost two Claremont miles in distance and fraught with unfinished construction projects and knickknack shops nobody ever really wants to go into.
Despite our exhaustion and our misplaced sense of deprivation, the community spirit is strong. One can only have the faith that our brigade will see success in completing the year. We will need to gather strength before the great final battle of May 8-13; some have suggested a small scale invasion and looting of the Honnold Mudd stacks, which tactical teams are currently investigating as a possibility.
My eyes grow heavy and I know I must rest. Viva la resistance.
Over and out.
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