Welcome to the Bip Report.
"Nothing to Report"
That's right. I woke up at 12, went to class at 1, and that's it. I did nothing else, really. Acutally wait. I have some news. I saw Fang today, the filthy bastard. He was all excited to see me, but I was like, "Yeah. See you Fang." He gave me five, and I had to disinfect my hand with some kind of anti-bacterial lotion that Mariel had. Here is something else. Fang's hair is the nappiest thing in the world. The nearest description I can make is it's an afro, except with straight hair. When you look at it, you think that birds can start a frickin home in that thing. If only I had my camera. I would take a picture of that thing. Ripley's believe it or not, "Nest Hair Man."
"Fixing my Page"
I spent most of my time after 10 fixing my webpage and idling on MUD. I'm getting that thing up there, and there ain't no way a James Mang can beat me! You hear me you Mang? In the words of former IC champ Ahmed Johnson, "You're going down! You're going down!"
"Brian Taylor"
Okay Brian, give me a call tomorrow, so I know when you're arriving and where. My roommates are leaving at 6 PM, so there should be ample space in the room. Plus I rented Macross Plus and Robotech II: The Sentinels. I talked to James and Scott about Cache Creek. They can't go, but if you want to do some gambling, we can go. It's almost impossible to find, but we can do it. Just pretend we're going down Wailae Ave, right Christina? Anyway, um, we can figure something out.
Okay, until next time, diamonds are forever and so is sleep.
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