He had your eyes and the fairness of your skin. He engaged in useless banter with his counterparts, which was audible two tables away and noticed that his accent was uncannily like yours. So for a moment, fragments of the past pieced themselves together, sending me on a brief nostalgic trip. Truth be told, I do think about L sporadically, but never for hours, nor for days. On most occasions, these thoughts are brushed aside and I'll usher my brain to either the productive or distracting corner. Other times, a mental debate cooks up inside. Almost as often, there is no conclusion. So it'll be boxed up, plastic wrapped, sent off to the unresolved department, only seeing the light again when Judge-S rams a mallet through it. Oh well *shrugarooooos

And today on relieving drunken moments:

Seeeee-raisely?!?!?.

That's quite funny, considering that (drunken) I blurted that out.

But this is way funnier:

Actual lecture notes! Pwnage x1000