2024 PROGRESS LOGBOOK (8 Viewers)

[xoNat]

guys I know who hazzrat is

 

[he1nl]

guys I know who hazzrat is

hazzie!!!! hazz got natty!!!!

 

[xoNat]

oh my god. that was inspirational, infact, i shed a tear. perhaps two, it was significantly heart wrenching to hear this response. i didn't know you had that much faith in me, or anyone for that matter, and to hear this statement really made me feel welcomed in society. perhaps i shall do my fair bidding, and contribute to the stakes at hand. thank you, kind carrotsss, my heart is overwhelmed with appreciation for your gestures. i think i shall dedicate this question to you. i am so grateful, in fact, that i will do the question posed to me at hand. it's quite surprising, right? me doing a question? unfathomable, i must say. but i shall do what i must, for you have granted me such will. i shall now abide by your biddings, and bow you to express my gratitude. thank you. goodbye!

pop the question? let's do it together

 

[carrotsss]

hazzie!!!! hazz got natty!!!!

what the flips you lied you said you were going to leave and do the question

 

[harperissleepy]

who are the others watchign this convo rn

 

[he1nl]

pop the question? let's do it together

irsts usuing the substitution u= x^3 + 1 evaluate some random integral

 

[he1nl]

what the flips you lied you said you were going to leave and do the question

OH IM SO SORRY MY DEAR SARGEANT MY APOLOGIES I WILL I GOT DISTRACTED IT WAS JUST A ONE TIME THING I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF PLESEASE GIVE ME ONE CHANCE I CAN CHANGE

 

[carrotsss]

OH IM SO SORRY MY DEAR SARGEANT MY APOLOGIES I WILL I GOT DISTRACTED IT WAS JUST A ONE TIME THING I CAN EXPLAIN MYSELF PLESEASE GIVE ME ONE CHANCE I CAN CHANGE

do it quick henny

 

[he1nl]

yippee i finsihed thank you guys for the support! i'd like to dedicate the time to harper, carrot and natty!!

 

[harperissleepy]

irsts usuing the substitution u= x^3 + 1 evaluate some random integral

wtf is THAT

 

[xoNat]

who are the others watchign this convo rn

I know right it's so weird when 4 people are talking and 9 are watching, maybe they left the tab open??

 

[he1nl]

carrotie? carroty? carret? carot? your name is no good can you change it?

 

[harperissleepy]

I know right it's so weird when 4 people are talking and 9 are watching, maybe they left the tab open??

trueee thats a possbility

 

[xoNat]

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irsts usuing the substitution u= x^3 + 1 evaluate some random integral

h no jnah idk how do to that good luck bro

 

[nsw..wollongong]

can you change it?

no trust me I've tried

 

[harperissleepy]

Lily had always been a woman of meticulous plans, her life neatly organized in color-coded schedules and endless to-do lists. But when she found herself at a crossroads, stuck in a job she didn't love and nursing a broken heart, she knew it was time to rewrite her story.

One day, while browsing a quaint bookstore in the heart of the city, Lily stumbled upon an old, leather-bound journal. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes, thoughts, and dreams left behind by strangers. The idea of owning a piece of someone else's story intrigued her.

As she leafed through the journal, her fingers brushed against the pages, and she felt an inexplicable connection to the people who had penned their most intimate thoughts and desires. In that moment, Lily made an impulsive decision to buy the journal and start recording her own journey within its pages.

With each entry, Lily poured her heart out, sharing her hopes, dreams, and fears. She started to frequent the bookstore more often, reading the entries of others who had contributed to the journal's ongoing story. She felt connected to a community of fellow souls who, like her, were searching for something more.

One day, while sitting in her favorite corner of the bookstore, she noticed a man, Ryle, who seemed just as drawn to the journal as she was. Their eyes met, and a spark of recognition flickered between them. It was as though the pages of the journal had brought them together.

Ryle, an artist struggling to find his muse, began leaving sketches in the journal. Lily was captivated by his talent and the depth of emotion conveyed through his art. Their connection grew stronger with each passing day, and they soon found themselves meeting at the bookstore, sharing stories, and discussing life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.

 

[carrotsss]

I know right it's so weird when 4 people are talking and 9 are watching, maybe they left the tab open??

that’s not even that bad I’ve seen threads with like 30+ viewing and only a few posting

 

[he1nl]

no trust me I've tried

oh but i like the wollongong patronage!!

 

[xoNat]

Lily had always been a woman of meticulous plans, her life neatly organized in color-coded schedules and endless to-do lists. But when she found herself at a crossroads, stuck in a job she didn't love and nursing a broken heart, she knew it was time to rewrite her story.

One day, while browsing a quaint bookstore in the heart of the city, Lily stumbled upon an old, leather-bound journal. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes, thoughts, and dreams left behind by strangers. The idea of owning a piece of someone else's story intrigued her.

As she leafed through the journal, her fingers brushed against the pages, and she felt an inexplicable connection to the people who had penned their most intimate thoughts and desires. In that moment, Lily made an impulsive decision to buy the journal and start recording her own journey within its pages.

With each entry, Lily poured her heart out, sharing her hopes, dreams, and fears. She started to frequent the bookstore more often, reading the entries of others who had contributed to the journal's ongoing story. She felt connected to a community of fellow souls who, like her, were searching for something more.

One day, while sitting in her favorite corner of the bookstore, she noticed a man, Ryle, who seemed just as drawn to the journal as she was. Their eyes met, and a spark of recognition flickered between them. It was as though the pages of the journal had brought them together.

Ryle, an artist struggling to find his muse, began leaving sketches in the journal. Lily was captivated by his talent and the depth of emotion conveyed through his art. Their connection grew stronger with each passing day, and they soon found themselves meeting at the bookstore, sharing stories, and discussing life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.

ew their names ew yuck

 

[carrotsss]

oh but i like the wollongong patronage!!

it’s funny bc she doesn’t even live in wollongong