Me: "Let's see, how could I describe my grandmother... She's unpredictable."

Professor Daryl: "You're unpredictable too."

Professor Daryl looks at me for a response. I wait for a few moments, just to make him impatient.

Me: "Thanks Uncle Daryl!"

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Okay okay!

I really am alive, I swear I am! The past couple of weeks have been spent hibernating from the world, or attempting to do so. So what have I been doing in all that time?

In that period of time, I've accomplished this;
-knitting a lacy fuchsia scarf for winter (just finished last night!)
-started knitting Joe's black alpaca scarf with minimal ( Read more... )

"Refrigerator hoovers": A teenage son and his friends who can suck every morsel from your fridge in a single night.

Okay, so Matan really isn't that bad. But last summer he was. Until last summer, I've never seen anyone capable of finishing every morsel of food that my mother cooks!  

It's vaguely common knowledge that I'm simply gagging to visit Europe, visit my favorite brewery in Belguim, go on a shopping trip in Milan, and simply eat everything in sight ( Read more... )

This'll be ackward since I really don't have an "office" office. But I do lotsa schoolwork there at the dark hours of the day, and I still do work work there enough to call it one.

1. How many miles per day is your commute to work? How long does your commute take?

Miles? Try yards. It's downstairs from my bedroom

2. Do you have a cubicle or your ( Read more... )

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Respond to this post and I will give you the three words that I think MOST accurately describe you.

The cost? You have to return the favor by posting this in your own journal.  

Apu forwarded me the e-mail that Nadim sent, saying that he's alive, unharmed, and waiting to hear from the US embassy to get evacuated from Lebanon. Thank goodness.

I also realized later that ashwolf had posted the edited version on his lj.

Not much for me to say today.

I’m still digging through the dregs in my mind, figuring how to get past obstacles in my mind.

One of my friends sent me a text from Ireland this weekend, and I realized that I’ve actually managed to send out two letters this month. That’s pretty rare for me. Generally it’s like once a month.

School’s going good, I’m ( Read more... )