I just realized I'm no longer a kid when Christmas is no longer a day where I wake up at the crack of dawn and run around waking up the entire household. Instead, I look forward to the post-Xmas sales. How sad. Mewwie Kwissmas! I ask for presents, I get money. I'm old now.
Wednesday, December 25, 2002
::Band Dorks::

Cal Percussion
aam
abianco
akeck
apeck
astewart
ali
bbrewer
bheung
bhuang
bnguyen
ccalara
cwilson
dsanto
egonzalez
ekim
jchao
kchang
kquick
mdeleon
mforrest
ncm
nsuess
nvalera
his xanga
pflynn
rpalapaz
sduong
skim
slam
vyao
::Normal Dorks::
- adang
adang's xanga
akim
ajohnson
bianca
dnaylor
dstewart
greese
jschaub
lnguyen
& her blog
& her xanga
& her livejournal :P
manderson
mcontreras
msoliman
mtrotta
pklingseis
tbock
::Dorky Links::
::Dorky Me::
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07.04: go america!
07.05: quiz 1
???: job
???: future??
???: life??
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