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I pretty much suck at this lent thing. I might as well write it down here so it's official. So I gave up cursing, meat, cigarettes, and making fun of Catherine. Yea, and the only thing I've been able to keep up is the cigarettes part, which I'm very proud of. I've broken each of the other ones at least once. The cursing one gets on my nerves. A good friend of mine, Adrien, told me that some feelings are pretty hard to express without curse words. (Does that mean that you don't have those feelings if you don't curse?) I wrote it down as something to write about in the future.

Anyway, I wanna dedicate this post to a diamond in the rough I have found last night. So a little history first, I watched this movie called Duets back in winter break, and I loved it. The exact thought that passed in my head was: "Man, I can't wait 'till the roomies turn 21 and we go on a drunken karaoke-ing rampage." And that is exactly what happened last night. This place called Jaguar in a Korean section down Telegraph.... ROCKS. Seriously. It said so on the screen once I scored 77 on "Tears in Heaven."

All I'm saying is that y'all need to experience the magic that is Karaoke. I mean don't you ever wonder where all the Asians are in your local pub? It's because they choose to stay decolonized and true to their roots, because for Asians, beer doesn't go with chicken wings and football on TV. We require action. Passion. We've found out that the intoxicated blubbering isn't because of the alcohol, it's the Korean, Japanese, Filipino pop star struggling to come out. Hey, don't get mad. It's science.

Do yourself a favor and experience the Karaoke. Or at least watch Duets.

STRAY THOUGHT SECTION
I wanna buy a new bike...
Shout out to Paul for finishing another masterpiece...