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Somebody rip the useless parts of the internet away from me, pleeease!
The problem with the internet is that 10% of it is positively crucial to all of my schoolwork-- and then I wind up spending 75% of my time on the other heinous bits. Woe! -
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So just came out of an internet-induced daze to realise that it's been an hour and a half since my posterpartner from Geology left. Oops. Still, I got superwork done between 8:20 and 12:00 with Tomás and from 11:00 to 1:30 with her (Isabel). It was pretty good stuff: I feel alot better, though I still have this internal well of panic ( Read more... ) -
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As much as I adore England, (and you know i do,) I am glad that my dissatisfied ancestors got on a ship came over here and stole corn from the indians to not starve the winter. Thanksgiving, I salute you (even though my specific ancestor ship arrived in New England eight years after, and even though I feel that the atrocities against the indians ( Read more... ) -
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I make an awesome Turkey Pot Pie. -
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So in Austin Arts on monday, in the few minutes I spent walking through the foyer I managed to get "The Fez" stuck in my head (it's Steely Dan)-- alll it took was that one "ain't never gonna do it without my fez on" and I was doomed for the whole day. It's like a thirty second walk across the foyer! They have xm radio with a billion channels, ( Read more... ) -
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99.8!
I done good this time. : ) -
Cooking
More before-I-forgets, using this more like a notebook, admittedly, than a journal or diary:
Cider-Walnut waffles with Brandied Apples
Waffles:
-Favorite Pancake/Waffle Mix (I use Stonewall Kitchen's Farmhouse Mix)
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I just remembered: In lab on thursday, Tomas from Ireland called me 'luv,' and it reminded me of England and that one man who, when I wanted to buy a bicycle from him, called me 'flower'. -
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I miss York. England, all of it, has become a point of reminisce like nothing that I've ever done before. Though I didn't become centrally integrated into a university "soc," and the friends I made there will probably not be my best mates when I'm eighty, there was something in the town itself that was, at base, reassuring and welcoming. York and I ( Read more... ) -
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I opened this post with something in mind, but now I've clear forgotten it.
One thing is that I don't use recipes anymore. I think it means my cooking has gotten better, since my meals are still palatable, I just don't use a book, but I'm not sure.
I bought couscous, but I forget what I used to put into it in England that made it so good. Olives, ( Read more... )