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8:14 p.m. + 2003-09-24 = battle of bands.

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so battle of the bands is tomorrow night... i've been assigned the final time slot and was just told by the campus activities board's concert coordinator (the position filled my first two years at uni by weston cutter, indifferent arch-enemy, next two years by dear maria von arx, who loves me as was my mock-manager, and now a new girl that i didn't know or really concern myself with until now... she is simply lovely) that i am her favourite and that i deserve to win and that i can keep playing past the 13-minute time limit since i'm last.

and that people have been complaining, "why does he get to go last?" and she's been answering, "because he deserves it, he's been here, he rocks." i love her.

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