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Greek chicks are so hot! Dude, on my semester abroad, me and this guy Kent I played lacrosse with, we went to Crete one time — I was a winger. Anyway, we’re on Crete and there’s this little café®®. Did I tell you this? Anyway, the owner’s daughter, oh, man, she had these perfect—

Mmm. Sealab. That show is so insanely funny.

Anyway, I bout a bunch of crap for college today. Supplies and the like. My brother picked out some cologne, or whatever the heck it’s called, for me, since, like, as far as the guy’s stuff goes, I can really only smell the propellent in the things. I get the most vague notion from this particular batch of stuff that the fragrance has something in common with the smell I associate with my father’s father– old books and his pipe tobacco, which smelled nothing like tobacco. The smell of that — I still have some of his items, and I just recently found that dad has a big bag of the actual unburnt stuff– is downright indescribable, outside of perhaps ‘warm’ and ‘old’. I really wish he were still around.

I seem to have done something to my lower back, as it has a dull, but very onerous, pain that occurs whenever the vertabrae aren’t under compression. Wierd.

Also, today, as I was going through stuff in my room, I found a blockbuster nametag. If memory serves me right, I was somehow involved in shooting a scene of a movie of some sort at Blockbuster with Herr Leunig as some sort of ninja, or something, and I ended up with this nametag. The name on it is ‘Jenny’, I’m currently concocting how to make it say ‘Benny’ and still look legit. Well, its just one of those print-out labels for the name, so maybe I can get a labelmaker of some sort. YES.