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<p><span class="tag">diary</span> <span class="tag">livejournal</span> <span class="tag">fossils</span></p>
<p>OASOS was odd. Samir made me wear some of his European clothes, which are actually pretty nice. We discussed the future of OASOS - in other words, we took the most boulderish, friendly, bureaucratic way to.. something, I don&rsquo;t even know what, that we could. So we didn&rsquo;t stay for small group. Instead, we went to Fascinations, where Samir and Mikey scared Vulpine and I. After, coffee at Caffe Sole. I felt extremely off and very unplayful, even with biting and such. I mumbled about it being awkward with Samir there, but that was just to get it out of the way. I didn&rsquo;t know it at the time, but now I&rsquo;m guessing that it most likely has to do with sleep-deprevation. It was still quite good to see Michael again. Should be alright by friday, when we&rsquo;re apparently going to AA, then clubbing, where Samir&rsquo;s and Mikey are conspiring to get Vulpine and I to dance by grinding with each other. Ah well. Should be fun to watch :o</p>
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