Welcome again folks to the Bip Report. I think the Bip Report needs a title after it. Like The Bip Report: Something. Like "The Dominant Force in E-Mail entertainment for 7 weeks", or the "The Only News Fit to E-mail" or "The World's Largest Pile of Crap" or something like that. Send suggestions in.
"Re: Shout Outs"
Mixed reactions. Some people like it as it adds a personal touch, and I suppose it creates some sort of excitement if you're next on the list. But others say, "If you wanna say something to them, write them a personal." But the thing is, and I'm not going to lie, is that I wouldn't ever send personals to everyone on this list. So this is the only way.
"The End of Fang"
For here on out, I will seriously try to limit my Fang story-telling. Unless he does something seriously outrageous, it ends here. This new policy will be easier to implement thanks to a new attitude I have adopeted concerning Fang. I am simply a dick to him now. Everything he says that slightly pisses me off, I yell at him. This is like, the straw has finally broken the camels back. So I go off on him at every chance. Hence, I have no need to vent on the Bip Report anymore. I vent to Fang himself. Soon, I will yell at him about his answering my phone. This will most likely delight Nolan, Scott, and my sister, who do not want to spend good long-distance money to speak to Fang.
"Classes"
I finally decided on the class roster for next semester. If I get all the classes I want at the times I want them in, it should be decent. Econ 1 (intro), Stat 21 (business), Math 1B, and English 1B. Plus, at these times, I get to take classes with Hawaii folks, so it's all good in terms of fun (?) and studying. Except for Stat, which I will face on my own, but that's how it is at JuCo anyway. Well, except for Ward in Psych and Rhetoric. Actually, that's like the same. nevermind.
"Fire Alarm"
We had our second fire alarm tonight. It was terrible. Let me tell you about the weather here. It is cold. It is rainy. Cold + rain + fire alarm = sucks. And why did the alarm go off? No reason. There was no smoke.
I like the way Telegraph Commons responds to such crises however. This time, we actually went downstairs in an appreciable amount of time. However, there are people taking the elevator and crap. This is supposedly the primary fire hazard. But oh well.
During this time, Fang started yelling, "Forced evacuation!" and began clapping. He was choke happy. I was pissed. But I was more pissed at the prospect of standing in the cold rain. I actually didn't go out in the rain though.
When we got back, Fang started complaing now, about the alarm. He started yelling in the hall, "Motherf---er!" and such. He came in the room, and started swearing more. I know he liked the fire alarm, so why was he swearing? I let him have it. "Shut up!" He tried to say something. "Shut up, you idiot!" So he did.
I'm sorry, i already broke the pact. Okay, from NOW.
"Cowboy"
Well, if the mission were successful, it would have been at the top of the report. So obviously it wasn't. I got all the Cowboy Fund money, and headed down Telegraph looking for Cowboy. I had 5 bucks of my own that had "Lunch for two" written all over it. So I have 6 Cowboy Fund dollars, and 5 lunch dollars. But what's this? Cowboy is nowhere to be seen! Crap! I looked up and downt he street, across the street. I was perplexed. Where is he? Damn! So the mission was a failure. But Thursday, Thursday will be the new Cowboy Day. This is when I will have lunch and give money. This I vow.
"Ahhh haw, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus"
This is the newest and most solid song I have heard. It is called "Rosa Parks" and it is by Outkast. It is excellent. It even includes a little harmonica jam. Sweet.
And that's a rap. Until next time, diamonds are forever and so is Cicero.
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