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I don't know why, but when I'm here in Ithaca, I *hate* Christmas music and snow and decorations and everyone who says the word "Christmas" in my presence. And when I'm home? I'm Ms. Christmas. I'm the reason my parents got a tree, I'm the reason we decorated, I'm the one who polices my family into having Christmas traditions. And Christmas is ( Read more... )

Yesterday it was finally determined that I will not, in fact, be going to Puerto Rico this winter. Anybody who's surprised, go sit in the back of the class. Also, hang your head in shame. It's probably for the best because I don't think I could spend a week in Puerto Rico and then come back to spend January in Ithaca. So, of course, today, we ( Read more... )

So, as we were sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, my father said, "What's this, Jehovah's Witnesses on New Year's?" And I thought, "It's not New Year's, Pa," and Mom said, "Close the door, Rosie will bite them!" and in walked Sarah and Jeff (her boyfriend)! Oh my god. Much tears and hugging ensued. Apparently, they decided about a ( Read more... )

Dude. Eleven.
Now it's quarter to eleven and I'm baking a pie.
A dutch apple crumb pie.
Mmm... pie...

So, AT&T is a bitch, and I hate them, and I will be firebombing their corporate headquarters shortly. Fair warning ( Read more... )

Can I just categorically state that people at Cornell are irritating and should be cut off from the rest of the world? Thanks ( Read more... )

Ok. So I'm sitting here putting the laundry away when there's a knock at my door. It's my neighbor--the "kinda cute but not my type" musician with the pit bull that Bitsy's always chasing. He wants to know if I've got jumper cables, because he left his lights on. Well, if you know me at all, you know that not only do I *have* jumper cables, but ( Read more... )

At work... Becky left early, I found only a note that said, "Went home ten minutes early. Bored out of my gourd." Bodes well for afternoon of getting paid to sit on my ass I had planned ( Read more... )

My father emails me from work. His work email is intended only to be used for business. So, when he sends me emails like this one:

Re: Pie. What kind of pie are you planning? I would like one pumpkin and one apple. I don't mind helping you make them depending on when you get home. I might even take a crack at making one from scratch this ( Read more... )