Welcome to the Bip Report.
Okay, in today's episode, I tell you all the up to date information about me. The new room, new roommates, and the future survival of the Bip Report with out Fang. But first...
"Congratulations, most definitely in order"
Okay, I'm not sure how many of you know or care about this, but this is a big piece of news. Nods to David Ching for this one. In a recent duel meet versus St. Louis, Todd Fujie faced the man-child Welch. One would think that Welch would kick Todd's out of shape ringworm ass back to the frickin stone age, right? WRONG. Todd BEAT WELCH. That is correct. Todd has beaten Welch. Holy crap, i say to this. Most impressive indeed. This feat garnered Honorable Mention for Athlete of the Week for Mr. Fujie. I'm thinking there is no doubt that Todd is the WOW. Congratulations Todd, even though you don't get the Bip Report. But Yoshioka, Jack, or Kathie, tell him that he made the Bip Report. Now on to the subject of houses.
"Getting a House"
Here's the deal. I knew where I was going to live. Foothill. But there are two dorms in Foothill, and millions of rooms in each dorm. And I don't know which of those rooms is mine. I figure when I get there, I find out, and put my stuff in my room. But apparently that wasn't the case. I got in on a Saturday. School started on Tuesday after MLK day. The offices for housing happened to be closed until Tuesday. What did that mean? That meant that Bip had no house for two days because the frickin University decided not to send me any information on where my house is, and when I can get in. Damn them! So I bummed around at my Unclie's place in Oakland. On Tuesday, I finally saw my room.
"The Room"
My room is a triple. It is very big. Very spaceous. Excellent. There's drawers and all kinds of area. I am very pleased with the room. Compared to Telegraph Commons? No comparison . Flat out ass kicking done unto TC by Foothill. I am very happy with the living conditions. It's like I'm ggetting something back for paying my dues in the first semester.
"The Roommates"
Likewise with the roommates. Obviously, the gods feel that they have had enough fun tormenting Bip with a Fang of a roommate. So now I have two good roommates, Danny and Ed. They are both Asian. They are both good. We are all nice, nice and courteous to each other. We have similar music tastes and whatnot. But the best things about them is what they bring with them. First of all, there's a frickin wall of food. A helluva lot of food. This pleases me greatly. Secondly, and possibly most importantly for the foreseeable future, two words. CD burner. Hell yeah. Thirdly, and almost equally important. Nintendo 64. This also implies TV with surround sound system. I sit down and ask myself if I am liking this. The answer is a big 10 4. Fourthly, Ed has a Math Solution Book. Fang owned one of these, and that was his only redeeming quality. But lo and behold, I move, and I get one anyway. Sweet. Fifthly, in our suite is a computer guy, most handy for fixing possible computer problems, such as how my computer likes to freeze a lot nowadays. Come on computer, this is not Bust a Groove, and freezes are not pleasant.
In conclusion, the new living arrangements kick ass. As to how the Bip Report will survive without Fang? I will find a way.
"Exciting Developements"
Okay, I have decided to make a webpage. I have a site booked, and I am collecting pictures and crap to put on it. The bulk of the page, I feel, will be devoted to the Bip Report. It will be one big library of Bip Reports. Plus other Bip favorites.
"Other Exciting Story"
If I had to pick a story to tell of the first weeks back, I would have to pick a recent one. It involves an apple fritter. However, this was no ordinary apple fritter. It was an extremeley large apple fritter. It was so big, it wouldn't fit in the little bags they provide. That sucker was a good 7 inches in diameter, and maybe 3 inches at its thickest point. I was with Mariel, going to Econ Lecture. She wanted to buy a sandwich for lunch. I had not anticipated buying anything, and out of the corner of my eye, what do I see? A giant apple fritter. I looked at it and it called to me, "Bip. I know there is no way you can refuse me." I agree wholeheartedly, and buy the sucker. And not only was it huge, it was good too.
Alright then. So that's all for now. Until next time, diamonds are forever, and so is the Bip Report.
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