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Friday, June 24, 2005

On effective publicity

During my sophomore year of college, my roommate and I won the prestigious “Strangest Room” award in our dorm. In addition, I was voted “Weirdest Person”. Word was that I won by a landslide. I don’t know if I was really the Weirdest Person in that dorm. It is most likely that I just had a good publicist. My roommate enjoyed and was very good at telling stories at my expense. Since many of the stories involved me being drunk, I was never really in a position to judge the accuracy of his narratives.

His favorite story involved me coming back to the room after a party and deciding that I needed to study for a Psychology test that I had the next day. Lying on my back, I proceeded to hold the book above my face and try to read it. During this process, I would nod off and drop the book onto my face thereby, waking myself up and starting the cycle all over again. After this happen a number of times, I suddenly hurled the book across the room and in a slurry of words declared, “this stooopid book is broken”. I, then, passed out.

I can’t say that I recall this incident. Then again, if it’s true, I probably wouldn’t remember it, would I?


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