It's spring break again. I can still remember last summer like it was a month ago. Time here passes by so quickly its like watching my own life on fast-forward, my reactions so late its like an afterimage. Transient, faint, smoke. This makes it inevitable that I am always living 2 seconds in the past. I'm like a ghost, a spectre that's never quite here. And now its time to disappear...

Signing out for spring break. I'll be on a sandy beach in Hawaii if you need me.


The other day those of us in 117 calculated the strain of some object to be negative infinity. We concluded that the physical meaning of such an object would be a black hole, and in the context of biomaterials it would be Eugene's stomach.

"PEACE! We out." - Jonathan Tsang

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