Senior year. One last year to mock each other. One last year to party hearty before going on to the real world. One last year to degrade freshman incessantly. But we will manage somehow, and that was good. Which made it all good. And good is all we want. :-)
Debbie (standing in front of the food cabinet): What can I eat?! Food jump!!
9/4/01
Asha: You're NEVER having sex?!
Deb: It's a disgusting process.
Asha: Like NEVER?!
Deb: One day I will have to because my husband will want to.
9/6/01
Heatha: Are you hot?
Katrin: Yeah, I'm freezing.
9/13/01
Deb: I like the feel of raw chicken.
9/13/01
Heatha: Great. I'll have terriyaki farts.
9/21/01
Han: It's just like salty stuff that you chew. I think I'm like a dog. I like to gnaw on salty stuff.
9/21/01
Dannah: Want some gum?
Asha: No, thanks. I'm trying to cut back.
Dannah: Cut back?! What are you going to do?! Take up smoking?!
9/24/01
Han (after 3 hours of managerial accounting): My cousin is whack. He's an accountant. No wonder he got married this summer. This stuff is enough to drive anyone to get married.
9/28/01
Han: A sleeping bag is very personal. It's like you...and the bag.
9/30/01
Deb: I like to feel cake.
10/2/01
Deb: 'Cause you're ghetto.
Han: I'm not ghetto.
Deb: Yes you are. You're a ghetto shrimp.
10/3/01
Han: I have turkey in my yoga.
10/9/01
Han (high up in an apple tree while apple-picking): AHHHHHHHHH!! A bee!!
THUMP!!
Liz: Han! Did you fall out of the tree?
Han: No, that was an apple.
Liz: You threw an apple at the bee?!
10/14/01
Deb: I want candy.
Han: Well, there's marshmallows.
Deb: No, that's for when you're gay. Remember the other night...?
10/17/01
Han: It makes me sick, too. I also get nauseous on merry-go-rounds.
10/18/01
Deb: Alcoholics...that's on the list of stuff that I won't date. Yeah, alcoholics and orangutans.
10/26/01
Asha: Why was he in a bad mood?
A very drunk Han: Well, he had one of those days. You know, like when you wake up on the wrong side of the road.
11/8/01
Han: Last night, I wished I was an amoeba.
11/12/01
Debbie: Why does our school suck?...Our school sucks 'cause we have no fire.
11/12/01
Deb: No...Dumb Han. No cookie.
11/18/01
Deb's science geek talking about shooting stars: I can't tell if that's a dust trail or just the imprint of it on my retina.
11/25/01
Liz: Hannie, thanks for coming back to school.
11/25/01
Heatha: I don't think I like Bud. I always drink Budweiser.
12/2/01
Han (to the cookies baking in the oven): Liars, all of you!!
12/5/01
Han: Her ass looks like a sine wave.
1/17/02
Petey:It's a good movie. I give it two thumbs up.
Han: Two thumbs out of how many?
3/7/02
Debbie: You are out of line! You are out of order!
3/7/02
Robyn: Han, this sweet flavor with this salty flavor is really good.
Nicole: Do you mean like chocolate covered pretzels?
Robyn (with a quizzical look): No, I mean, like this and this (pointing to Thai iced tea and the noodle soup bowl).
3/17/02
Debbie: I can palm Han's ass with one hand!
4/8/02
Debbie: So many Pez. So little time.
4/12/02
Debbie: Ce soir this, yo!
4/16/02
Pete: All sh*t, no kidding aside...
4/20/02
Deb: All 85 pounds of carnage...
4/20/02
Deb:Han's ass can be covered with a piece of grass.
4/27/02
Han: Sometimes, I wish I was an oyster. They get irritated and make pearls. I get irritated and make rashes.