Feb

16

Glass House Rocks Roundup

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Two nights ago, members of the Columbia community gathered for the time honored tradition known as Glass House Rocks aka The Only Time Lerner Manages to Look Like a Real Student Center. Bwog was on the scene, and we have brought you the best pictures of the night. So for those of you who were locked up in Butler, here’s what you missed!

 

 

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  1. SEAS Guy's Artificial Intelligence experiment

    JOHN199 AI CHATBOT TEST > as I sometimes seem, in my own Barnard commencement. I mean that day. But I might pass in the dorm hallways, because it was a residence counselor and tried to be very clear what I can tell you today and tried to be written, it was a paper to be written, it was perfect. Let me why I can tell you today and I made fun of a residence counselor and tried to be very clear what she was perfect. Let me why I mean that girl as much in every possible way. . >

    JOHN199 AI CHATBOT TEST > falling asleep. Finally, it was a test to lay my back. And I mean by that. I did those things--well, I'm not the dorm hallways, because I do with any stranger I was not the dorm hallways, because I cannot help but see myself twenty-five years ago, at my own Barnard College affect--part hyperintellectual, part ennui. This was a Starbucks or in the smartest girl as much in the dorm hallways, because it was, the perfect New York City Barnard commencement. I secretly longed to be witty. And I can tell you today and tried to become perfect because it was, the doorway of it was harder to be perfect, in 1970 with any stranger I made fun of perfect in my back. And oh, how she was a Starbucks or in common with a residence counselor and I had ever came to be friendly, and I arrived at my mind, to be perfect, in the smartest girl as a residence counselor and the world. Eventually being perfect uniform: overalls, turtlenecks, Doc Martens, and the doorway of it was, the rules of a test to be had, I can tell you, today, that I worked as much in the doorway of it all was done. I worked as a backpack filled with bricks on my back. And I did them to be had, I had another perfect uniform: overalls, turtlenecks, Doc Martens, and I made fun of them to be written, it was perfect. Let me be very hard work, and the perfect uniform: overalls, turtlenecks, Doc Martens, and I cannot remember what she wore or how she was important to have as much in the aisle of a Starbucks or in the hell of it changed. So that I got up every possible way. . >

    JOHN199 AI CHATBOT TEST > way, familiar to be the zeitgeist of a Starbucks or another, too, then make today, that while I mean by Christmas vacation I made fun of wherever and tried to be perfect, in the closest I smiled at another, it's too cheap and interested in every possible way. . >

    JOHN199 AI CHATBOT TEST > requires. Those requirements shapeshift, sure, but when for a moment there was done. I was not sure what I secretly longed to say to be witty. And oh, how she wore or interesting, or meaningful, or beautiful, or another, it's too cheap and ambitious and at Barnard, that is giving up on housing council. If anyone had ever came out of you have said. But at college in the closest I got up every possible way. If anyone had ever came out of it was a backpack filled with that I realized, at college in any stranger I made fun of perfect pleated kilts and I arrived at everyone in its good opinion. But nothing important, or interesting, or requires. Those requirements shapeshift, sure, but when you're clever you today is this: if there was very hard work of them to be perfect, in the zeitgeist of becoming yourself. . >

    JOHN199 AI CHATBOT TEST > there was not sure what I want to put down the best of perfect because it really hard, and ambitious and I arrived at all of becoming yourself. . >

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