Conversations in Project 5 follow the same premise as in PROJECT 4; they are made using an instant message, but for Project 5, I concentrate on mixing reality. And this time there are two conversations, one with the same person from PROJECT 4, Jin and one with my friend, Lanae. I tried to link as many conversation points as possible after later copy/pasting them to my blog.
I like how in the conversations, reality can actually be mixed up, as in the conversation with Lanae where one reference she made was too vague for Google to find matches other than things like Russian resistance, or with Jin when he uses Chinese symbols, which I link to translated Google sites containing the same symbols, only to find out later that they mean "hehe," "what are you doing," and "Snowy." Often in conversations with people, they bombard me with more links than I can handle. It's fortunate that I got to as many as I did with the dificulties I was having opening Jin's YouTube finds. I guess it would be futile to try for a perfect conversation.
These conversations are from real life, and they talk about world-wide realities, from the pictures and video of my dogs that I uploaded to the blog to the current crisis in Darfur. Again for this project, as for the previous one, the conversations are aimless, except to follow the interesting, and as you can tell a little more in this one, to produce an acceptable project.
The Lanae conversation has an edited out portion where she starts talking about her x-boyfriend, not so much in response to the world peace question, but despite of it. Then after talking about the dogs and starting to talk about her furniture rearanging, she's aparently done for the night. A perfectly real conversation.
I really like in the Jin conversation when he found a funny video that I hadn't seen that was inspired by a web site that I had seen and he hadn't, that is also one from English 303 sylabus. It was exciting. I learn so much from other people about what can be found on the Internet that I consider it a full-circle moment when I was able to access for someone else something related to what they brought to the conversation. I'd like to show off and end with my favorite homestarrunner Strong Bad email, Caper.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Web/Real Life Component
Now I would rather do something with a blog I made for a presentation. It's my capstone class presentation, and it contains information on and links to my classes and internship and the contents of my wriiting portfolio. I'm still working on that and trying to figure out how I can make it mixed reality to meet the requirements for project 5. What all constitutes mixed reality?
This is the presentation blog.
I really like the hook pictures and information up to spots on a map. When I saw that I though of getting a google map and linking pictures from different places. I've been to Geneva Switzerland, Grand Rappids, MI, Miami, FL, ect. and have pictures from all of them. I don't know how close in I'd go on the map; just city or right down to street or lake. You can't get as close everywhere as some places on google maps. Is it possible to link more than one picture to one pointer on the map? Also, since we learned how, I haven't been able to put a pointer on a google map. How is that done again?
This is the presentation blog.
I really like the hook pictures and information up to spots on a map. When I saw that I though of getting a google map and linking pictures from different places. I've been to Geneva Switzerland, Grand Rappids, MI, Miami, FL, ect. and have pictures from all of them. I don't know how close in I'd go on the map; just city or right down to street or lake. You can't get as close everywhere as some places on google maps. Is it possible to link more than one picture to one pointer on the map? Also, since we learned how, I haven't been able to put a pointer on a google map. How is that done again?
POST
I think blogs are exciting because it gives people an opportunity to share with others written or other media work and get responses on them. To be a part of the blogosphere could make people feel like they are connected to something bigger than themselvs. Blogs are really open and participatory. You can go on and on about one subject or issue and people can read it like a newspaper article, and then they can respond right there where you can read it. Probabley the most exciting part about blogs is just that your work is out there where people can be reading it.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
My College Major List and Metatext
biology
psychology
communication studies with a business minor
education
journalism
English
business
interior design
design studies with a communication studies minor
I’ve changed my major a lot of times. So far I have everyone beat who tries to go up against me for more numerous. That I’ve changed my mind so many times is not a source of pride for me, but that I was able to when I felt the need is a big part of my life. That I’m a well-rounded student is a source of pride for me, and that I’m a less prejudice, more confident person because of my various experiences is also a good reason to remember this list.
My list also sounds poetic when recited, especially with an air of slight haste and in chronological order. To make them a multimedia presentation, I would enter them in Windows Movie Maker as titles. The minors would be in the secondary, smaller title spots where they are applicable. Pictures of the kind of job I thought might become of each major would be shown as the background in correspondence with their major. The soundtrack for the list could be related to my moods and attitudes during and toward each major experience. To make the list the main focus, the titles could be stretched out to stay on the screen longer or, in addition to that, be repeated in some fashion. The list could start over for every new major, for example, biology, biology, psychology, biology, psychology, communication studies with a business minor, showing the expanded foundation trailing behind each new choice.
Biology was going to be for genetics. “What do you picture yourself doing?” they’d ask me in junior high, “working in a lab?” ….Yes? I liked doing Punnet squares and learning about what gene combinations would present as what traits in plants and human eyes and things. This was seventh grade science class with a teacher who taught in my exact learning style, plus I was Hermine Granger at school in junior high. High school biology, chemistry and physics was not as much fun as Punnet squares but didn’t dissuade me, so college rolled around, and my major declaration was pre-biology.
I squeaked by with a C in my first college biology class, and getting dismayed by how much we had to kill things to complete a lab assignment and by my obvious vagueness on what I’d even be doing, I lost motivation. I failed my second semester biology class. It was too hard. Concepts were over my head to heights at which maybe a butterfly could reach if we hadn’t killed it as a caterpillar in bio lab. It was during this year, I remember because I was in the hallway of my dorm, that I told my mom on the phone that I thought I should be a professional organizer. After laughing at me, she sobered up when she realized that I was serious and asked what major I’d have to be in to go into that, “Interior Design?” I was horrified at the prospect.
Psychology was an interesting subject. In high school one of the college classes I took was Psychology 101. Now I think, who’s not interested in psychology a little bit? Around this time is when I took my first career assessment/interest inventory test. That thing had the gull to tell me that I’m not interested in anything. I had no interest strong enough to read above the others. This may have been when I started to blame my parents for my situation. I had done what they told me to do for years and years, and now I was lost not knowing what I wanted to do. I’ll tell you what I wanted to do, party.
Communication studies, after one semester of psychology, was my next major with a business minor so I could run my own business, but probably more so I could party. Classes got more frustrating with their seemingly pointlessness, and I fantasized more and more about dropping out. Unlike in junior high and high school, where I spent my spare time stressing about what exactly teachers needed from me to give me an A, I simply did the work and took the grade. There was an English class during this time in which I did well. My grades were generally falling, though. I still hadn’t found my own motivation.
Education was declared at WVU-Parkersburg. What would have been my third year of college was spent in Morgantown as were the previous two years, but by two thirds into that Fall semester I had stopped going to classes completely. There was supposed to be a fun poetry one that wasn’t what I expected like so many other classes before. I finally took a whole semester off and just worked that Spring. When my lease was up, I moved back in with my parents in Parkersburg. Teaching would be perfect, summers off. I stayed in classes that semester but dropped my education one before I had to go spend time in actual elementary school classrooms.
Journalism would be for the next semester it was decided. My first classes were mind-numbingly about the intricacies of printing machinery. Terrified, I withdrew from another whole semester before it would even show up on my transcript.
English came from a different angle. I would have to get through the classes to graduate from a major and get a job, and English classes were always the calmest classes for me to attend. My next English class, however, reminded me that class-time for English class is fine, yes, but all that reading, and for this one, all those interpretations. I’m not sure this major ever even got declared, because I couldn’t do anymore English classes.
Business came from another angle still. I went to my advisor and asked for the fastest way out. I knew I just had to stick with something, and by this time I knew all of it would be excruciating. So, what would be the least amount of pain I would have to take to look down and see a degree in my hand? I was told that I had enough business classes to graduate with an associate’s degree in two more semesters. Sign me up. After a semester of business classes, I was told it would be two semesters from that point. I didn’t even try to clarify who made the mistake. I left the advisor’s office and didn’t sign up for the next semester of classes.
Interior Design was my finally admitting that I am a prissy little girl who likes to watch HGTV with her mama and wants to play house for a living. I moved all back to Morgantown with perhaps even enough gathered motivation to tackle this four-year program. If it’s what I can honestly see myself doing, this major could work where I had failed with others. Signing up for the program, I’m made aware that it is competitive and only 20 people are accepted each year. My motivation said, well, we’ve come this far.
My motivation killed me for a year with art history and style eras and craft projects the likes of which I had never encountered. Along the way though, we 60 or so “cohorts” of Interior Design 2006 were receivers of the announcement that there would be a possible new alternative for students rejected from the program. They would continue on with the same basic set of classes, only steering the program more toward the chosen minor field. I was eyeing the writing minors long before the group of 20 was selected excluding me.
One of the minors that surfaced as an option in this beginning phase was Communication Studies. English is what I was going to pick as my minor, but it didn’t end up being one of the five or six ready at that point in the major’s creation. But Communication Studies was set up with the same magazine writing purpose.
So now after some serious negotiation between my advisor/the final say on what classes are acceptable for what requirements, a required summer internship and another year and a half of classes, I’m going to be one of three first ever graduates of the Design Studies program.
This semester has been my favorite bunch of classes ever. Not only am I two thirds through this last semester but also I can see the way out. With this list I have the map of what I’ve learned; life gets better with design.
psychology
communication studies with a business minor
education
journalism
English
business
interior design
design studies with a communication studies minor
I’ve changed my major a lot of times. So far I have everyone beat who tries to go up against me for more numerous. That I’ve changed my mind so many times is not a source of pride for me, but that I was able to when I felt the need is a big part of my life. That I’m a well-rounded student is a source of pride for me, and that I’m a less prejudice, more confident person because of my various experiences is also a good reason to remember this list.
My list also sounds poetic when recited, especially with an air of slight haste and in chronological order. To make them a multimedia presentation, I would enter them in Windows Movie Maker as titles. The minors would be in the secondary, smaller title spots where they are applicable. Pictures of the kind of job I thought might become of each major would be shown as the background in correspondence with their major. The soundtrack for the list could be related to my moods and attitudes during and toward each major experience. To make the list the main focus, the titles could be stretched out to stay on the screen longer or, in addition to that, be repeated in some fashion. The list could start over for every new major, for example, biology, biology, psychology, biology, psychology, communication studies with a business minor, showing the expanded foundation trailing behind each new choice.
Biology was going to be for genetics. “What do you picture yourself doing?” they’d ask me in junior high, “working in a lab?” ….Yes? I liked doing Punnet squares and learning about what gene combinations would present as what traits in plants and human eyes and things. This was seventh grade science class with a teacher who taught in my exact learning style, plus I was Hermine Granger at school in junior high. High school biology, chemistry and physics was not as much fun as Punnet squares but didn’t dissuade me, so college rolled around, and my major declaration was pre-biology.
I squeaked by with a C in my first college biology class, and getting dismayed by how much we had to kill things to complete a lab assignment and by my obvious vagueness on what I’d even be doing, I lost motivation. I failed my second semester biology class. It was too hard. Concepts were over my head to heights at which maybe a butterfly could reach if we hadn’t killed it as a caterpillar in bio lab. It was during this year, I remember because I was in the hallway of my dorm, that I told my mom on the phone that I thought I should be a professional organizer. After laughing at me, she sobered up when she realized that I was serious and asked what major I’d have to be in to go into that, “Interior Design?” I was horrified at the prospect.
Psychology was an interesting subject. In high school one of the college classes I took was Psychology 101. Now I think, who’s not interested in psychology a little bit? Around this time is when I took my first career assessment/interest inventory test. That thing had the gull to tell me that I’m not interested in anything. I had no interest strong enough to read above the others. This may have been when I started to blame my parents for my situation. I had done what they told me to do for years and years, and now I was lost not knowing what I wanted to do. I’ll tell you what I wanted to do, party.
Communication studies, after one semester of psychology, was my next major with a business minor so I could run my own business, but probably more so I could party. Classes got more frustrating with their seemingly pointlessness, and I fantasized more and more about dropping out. Unlike in junior high and high school, where I spent my spare time stressing about what exactly teachers needed from me to give me an A, I simply did the work and took the grade. There was an English class during this time in which I did well. My grades were generally falling, though. I still hadn’t found my own motivation.
Education was declared at WVU-Parkersburg. What would have been my third year of college was spent in Morgantown as were the previous two years, but by two thirds into that Fall semester I had stopped going to classes completely. There was supposed to be a fun poetry one that wasn’t what I expected like so many other classes before. I finally took a whole semester off and just worked that Spring. When my lease was up, I moved back in with my parents in Parkersburg. Teaching would be perfect, summers off. I stayed in classes that semester but dropped my education one before I had to go spend time in actual elementary school classrooms.
Journalism would be for the next semester it was decided. My first classes were mind-numbingly about the intricacies of printing machinery. Terrified, I withdrew from another whole semester before it would even show up on my transcript.
English came from a different angle. I would have to get through the classes to graduate from a major and get a job, and English classes were always the calmest classes for me to attend. My next English class, however, reminded me that class-time for English class is fine, yes, but all that reading, and for this one, all those interpretations. I’m not sure this major ever even got declared, because I couldn’t do anymore English classes.
Business came from another angle still. I went to my advisor and asked for the fastest way out. I knew I just had to stick with something, and by this time I knew all of it would be excruciating. So, what would be the least amount of pain I would have to take to look down and see a degree in my hand? I was told that I had enough business classes to graduate with an associate’s degree in two more semesters. Sign me up. After a semester of business classes, I was told it would be two semesters from that point. I didn’t even try to clarify who made the mistake. I left the advisor’s office and didn’t sign up for the next semester of classes.
Interior Design was my finally admitting that I am a prissy little girl who likes to watch HGTV with her mama and wants to play house for a living. I moved all back to Morgantown with perhaps even enough gathered motivation to tackle this four-year program. If it’s what I can honestly see myself doing, this major could work where I had failed with others. Signing up for the program, I’m made aware that it is competitive and only 20 people are accepted each year. My motivation said, well, we’ve come this far.
My motivation killed me for a year with art history and style eras and craft projects the likes of which I had never encountered. Along the way though, we 60 or so “cohorts” of Interior Design 2006 were receivers of the announcement that there would be a possible new alternative for students rejected from the program. They would continue on with the same basic set of classes, only steering the program more toward the chosen minor field. I was eyeing the writing minors long before the group of 20 was selected excluding me.
One of the minors that surfaced as an option in this beginning phase was Communication Studies. English is what I was going to pick as my minor, but it didn’t end up being one of the five or six ready at that point in the major’s creation. But Communication Studies was set up with the same magazine writing purpose.
So now after some serious negotiation between my advisor/the final say on what classes are acceptable for what requirements, a required summer internship and another year and a half of classes, I’m going to be one of three first ever graduates of the Design Studies program.
This semester has been my favorite bunch of classes ever. Not only am I two thirds through this last semester but also I can see the way out. With this list I have the map of what I’ve learned; life gets better with design.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Metatext for Project 3
In opening documents that would be irretrievable after getting rid of my old computer, I found conversations between an x-boyfriend of mine and me that I had saved. Finding these three conversations was serendipitous for this project, because they were from three obviously different, identifiable stages of relationship, and I could see how they could be used for the project. Shannonizing the conversations would take out the personal meaning, but hopefully leave the changing attitudes and atmospheres intact.
The first is from the getting-into-it stage, getting to know each other; she's telling him about her day and dilemmas, he's showing interest and offering advice. Really normal stuff, you can hear people walking along the bike trail in this stage. She's way too into a boring story while he's adding the obvious remarks. There is uniquely shared language with our use of Shawnee words to be a little more interesting. I Shannonized this stage with the Dr. Seuss setting because this conversation is as much about setting the rhythm and using our voices as it is about communicating a point. Mixing with Dr. Seuss brings strangers into a conversation that could be their own stage one relationship mix.
The second is from very near the end of the relationship. Everyone's trying to be very clear and correct as though this time is the last time they're going to say this. Each knows only their side very clearly and correctly and starts to talk in circles waiting for the other party to get the point. Repetition during this stage is not to flaunt or impress but to beg our opposing side to surrender. We can almost hear it after each person speaks, "Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."" I gravitated toward Edgar Allen Poe, a writer consumed with thoughts of death to Shannonize this section of relationship. The product conversation comes across in defiant barks of futility, which is pretty much exactly a general description of the input.
The last document was a conversation from after the relationship failed. Mark Twain was the perfect Shannonizer for this stage, because this is the stage where pretenses are dropped. People settle into their individual comfortable languages, give up trying to sort out issues, and let each other give up. The speech becomes slow and meandering with no hidden agendas or concealed thoughts. It's all about honesty when it doesn't really matter. I like the section of text where '12' is batted back and forth as though it's the topic in some mundane debate between a couple of Twain's characters as they float down the river. They're together as their journeys have brought them but ready to be separated by any turn of events.
The titles worked out for me, though they were simply the beginnings of each conversation. Someone saying "hi" starts out the relationship. The middle is about who did what, especially if it's ending. And the post-relationship is about what has "now just" become of the relationship attempts. Taking the remnants of a tumultuous relationship and scrambling them into a series of moods actually makes me feel better about having to deal with the experience from which they come. Moods can be abandoned more easily than history and intimacy.
The first is from the getting-into-it stage, getting to know each other; she's telling him about her day and dilemmas, he's showing interest and offering advice. Really normal stuff, you can hear people walking along the bike trail in this stage. She's way too into a boring story while he's adding the obvious remarks. There is uniquely shared language with our use of Shawnee words to be a little more interesting. I Shannonized this stage with the Dr. Seuss setting because this conversation is as much about setting the rhythm and using our voices as it is about communicating a point. Mixing with Dr. Seuss brings strangers into a conversation that could be their own stage one relationship mix.
The second is from very near the end of the relationship. Everyone's trying to be very clear and correct as though this time is the last time they're going to say this. Each knows only their side very clearly and correctly and starts to talk in circles waiting for the other party to get the point. Repetition during this stage is not to flaunt or impress but to beg our opposing side to surrender. We can almost hear it after each person speaks, "Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."" I gravitated toward Edgar Allen Poe, a writer consumed with thoughts of death to Shannonize this section of relationship. The product conversation comes across in defiant barks of futility, which is pretty much exactly a general description of the input.
The last document was a conversation from after the relationship failed. Mark Twain was the perfect Shannonizer for this stage, because this is the stage where pretenses are dropped. People settle into their individual comfortable languages, give up trying to sort out issues, and let each other give up. The speech becomes slow and meandering with no hidden agendas or concealed thoughts. It's all about honesty when it doesn't really matter. I like the section of text where '12' is batted back and forth as though it's the topic in some mundane debate between a couple of Twain's characters as they float down the river. They're together as their journeys have brought them but ready to be separated by any turn of events.
The titles worked out for me, though they were simply the beginnings of each conversation. Someone saying "hi" starts out the relationship. The middle is about who did what, especially if it's ending. And the post-relationship is about what has "now just" become of the relationship attempts. Taking the remnants of a tumultuous relationship and scrambling them into a series of moods actually makes me feel better about having to deal with the experience from which they come. Moods can be abandoned more easily than history and intimacy.
Project 3: Relationship Stages
justin says: hi
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CaptinAqua: did you
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CaptinAqua: did you had plans with your stuff or didn't understand what do you have to go where we wanted to go where we wanted Kispoko2: did you get your plans with the life of anything planned, what do you are going to take CaptinAqua: but that's good CaptinAqua: did later. earlier i might be going. for the one that my 8am final i feel like i hate to keep goin back to go where we were you mean, and i had thursday. fuck her. i were helping lanae dictatorship Kispoko2: woooohooooo Kispoko2: how'd you acting like i looked and i couldn't remember which final was tubby's idea. what do you get your stuff or didn't wanna talk CaptinAqua: sillay Kispoko2: um... CaptinAqua: you meant by tubby and why all of anything planned CaptinAqua: no, right CaptinAqua: i had enough quiz points to keep goin back to it is this nyc thing with me first though. what do you know what do you really wanted Kispoko2: because it was askin what do you really a lanae dictatorship Kispoko2: i looked and why is this nyc thing with your plans with the one that. where we wanted Kispoko2: woooohooooo Kispoko2: you had thursday is the life of me first though. Kispoko2: i might be going or i did you don't really wanted Kispoko2: did you get your stuff or don't. i were you really have much of a tagalong? CaptinAqua: and i was askin what you forget you fall asleep last night. Kispoko2: i were talkin shit yesterday. she was all of anything planned, what CaptinAqua: no, not takin a lanae move Kispoko2: how'd you have much of me first though. that my classes and i'm sure you don't have planned CaptinAqua: because it is this nyc thing with the psych one i thought you acting like that.
Kispoko2: now just
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Kispoko2: now just where in the fuck have you, they were gettin on your nerves? what Kispoko2: like brudda scott CaptinAqua: since it easily the fuck have you get right? CaptinAqua: now? i went to everybody Kispoko2: in there, plus i was... well none of them. justin? i thought that interesction one time, that's some shit i've signed back up for that was you, cause i was behind you get right back though i, plus i just looked at all Kispoko2: hm Kispoko2: in a way yes, they were gettin on your nerves? what Kispoko2: like 12 then, cause again, cause i missed too much to me like 12 then found out class at like 12 then CaptinAqua: coo Kispoko2: but one Kispoko2: why, but obviously more than that sounds like, what?! CaptinAqua: why, they were gettin on your nerves? CaptinAqua: i, that's some shit i've done Kispoko2: like brudda scott CaptinAqua: why, they were gettin on your nerves? CaptinAqua: you couldn't hear that sounds like 12 then, if i dropped all of them but one Kispoko2: how did you, if i interpreted it at like brudda scott CaptinAqua: journalism Kispoko2: journalism Kispoko2: so... well none of it at me like 12 then found out class at like, if i said CaptinAqua: it at that Kispoko2: why, i was behind you disappeared then, cause i'm not gonna go for all Kispoko2: you been CaptinAqua: i just looked at all my classes but one Kispoko2: someone just looked at all of it had only been generally crazy. so which did you couldn't hear that way yes, guess i, guess i was... well it's literally crazy. that day was behind you couldn't hear that isn't so which did ya end up droppin fer real?
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justin says: hi there was even a way back in, but i was the eddie karen says: yeah karen says:. so it was crazy justin says: a trip karen says: all the time i should have to flip a exastinting trip, he's the time too far out down there and by paddl karen says: well i got to dimple where i fell in, guide%2. i wasn't in your boat? justin says: you walk back up. and thrown ropes. i went in the shelf rocks and since i barely got to throw. justin says: i can't afford to keep doing this time i had to go all the rapid so i barely got to flip a little. the trip, but i barely got up there justin says: this karen says: well i hit the rock. not high siding. but on a little. but i couldn't get over anywhere. but on a what now justin says: hi there was even a what now justin says: tell me about it. i started paddling this woman.. i fucked up there i missed the end of the eddie karen says: i fucked up. i can't afford to buy another case of the eddie and since i had a rope throwing place you have wesah keseke? justin says: tell me about it is and just try. the eddie that time i got up to pay for what now justin says: and to keep doing this woman.. i had a way down there i missed the shelf rocks and thrown ropes. so i had a case of the water on a rope throwing place you just started to dimple where i wasn't in. but on a exastinting trip we got back up there. i got back in the rapid so it is and how hard it karen says: ing. i should have to pay. how bad i hit the water on a exastinting trip, but i went in the trip we got out down there justin says: why did you miss a trip karen says: juuustin i was way down there.
CaptinAqua: did you
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CaptinAqua: did you had plans with your stuff or didn't understand what do you have to go where we wanted to go where we wanted Kispoko2: did you get your plans with the life of anything planned, what do you are going to take CaptinAqua: but that's good CaptinAqua: did later. earlier i might be going. for the one that my 8am final i feel like i hate to keep goin back to go where we were you mean, and i had thursday. fuck her. i were helping lanae dictatorship Kispoko2: woooohooooo Kispoko2: how'd you acting like i looked and i couldn't remember which final was tubby's idea. what do you get your stuff or didn't wanna talk CaptinAqua: sillay Kispoko2: um... CaptinAqua: you meant by tubby and why all of anything planned CaptinAqua: no, right CaptinAqua: i had enough quiz points to keep goin back to it is this nyc thing with me first though. what do you know what do you really wanted Kispoko2: because it was askin what do you really a lanae dictatorship Kispoko2: i looked and why is this nyc thing with your plans with the one that. where we wanted Kispoko2: woooohooooo Kispoko2: you had thursday is the life of me first though. Kispoko2: i might be going or i did you don't really wanted Kispoko2: did you get your stuff or don't. i were you really have much of a tagalong? CaptinAqua: and i was askin what you forget you fall asleep last night. Kispoko2: i were talkin shit yesterday. she was all of anything planned, what CaptinAqua: no, not takin a lanae move Kispoko2: how'd you have much of me first though. that my classes and i'm sure you don't have planned CaptinAqua: because it is this nyc thing with the psych one i thought you acting like that.
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