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Got both military license and civilian truck license! Yay!
And I never have to go back to those weird fucking people ever again, double yay!
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I don't understand people who think nuclear power is any kind of solution. I don't understand them when they're my age; don't they remember Chernobyl? I grew up in such terrible fear of nuclear power. I don't understand older people; don't they remember Chernobyl? Don't they remember Hiroshima and Nagasaki?
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Came home, and went back to bed and slept for two hours.
I passed on the theory test for truck driving! Now I just gotta drive some more and then pass the driving test as well. Vroom vroom!
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Glee owns my soul. No surprise there.
Last episode totally smashed my brain, too, and my crush on Chris Colfer has reached truly numbening heights. Like, youtube marathon stalking sessions heights. Where I sit and am adored by him putting on a really credible fake Russian accent with Cory or watch him swirl tiny swords around or just, seriously, the ( Read more... ) -
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Have been to see another apartment, really nice, really big. Huuuge balcony. The resident is a Thai woman, and I might be a little prejudiced here, but I think a lot of Swedes are curled little egotistical bastards who don't know how spoiled and lucky they are, and I think a Thai immigrant might be able to see my place for the good stuff about it, ( Read more... ) -
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I can't believe this. What's wrong with people's brains?
I asked her if everything was okay. I even asked her if she wanted to back out on our deal, and if so, to please just let me know, so I could put out another ad for switching apartments. No, everything was fine.
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I don't know if I have the nerves for switching apartments. First I got it, then I didn't hear from her for a week and spent the weekend in misery because I thought I'd lost it, seriously, like in a black *hole* where I tried to think of things I love like just before My Favourite Things except for there being no Julie Andrews and not even thunder ( Read more... ) -
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This is me:
"A DESK? What would I do with a DESK? I have a laptop. I surf on my couch. NO DON'T TOUCH THE REALLY IMPORTANT PILES OF PAPER ALL OVER THE FLOOR!"
Just now, just now, I realized that maybe I'm finally one of those people who could benefit from the uses of a desk. Huh.
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I have chicken pocks, yay ( Read more... )
