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1:21 in Residence
My God. It lives. Well, inasmuch as an online journal can ( Read more... ) -
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Hello, all. This is probably just one of several false starts of me trying to get back online. Eventually, I plan on actually succeeding. I miss it ( Read more... ) -
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Narnia was brilliant, and I'm in love with Mr. Tumnus.
Now, I'm off to study Classics for the next four hours. -
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Stayed up past 3:30 am to dye Josh's hair purple, eat pizza, and watch La Femme Nikita. Results so far include a very cool hairdo for Josh, another embrassing screencap for me, and a serious back-ache from sleeping curled up on half of Josh's very small bed, also for me ( Read more... ) -
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The floor, from after our formal pictures. Because we're cool. Try to ignore the red-eye.
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This is what happens when Tomas' room-mate Paul tells us that there was a mistake in the pricing of candy canes at Zellers, marking them at $0.25 per box, instead of the planned $2.50.
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Part of my mother's reply to an email bemoaning the cost of replacing my (lost) student ID and bus pass:
In the big scheme of things, the money hurts, yes- but here's a way to put it all in perspective: if you were a party girl, you'd have spent much more than that on booze- or on smokes if you were a smoker...or on junk food if you were a ( Read more... ) -
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There's a strangely comforting sense of domesticity when you come home one day to know that this is, in fact, a space you recognize as home. When home feels like it ( Read more... ) -
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Bah.
This day has been rotten and I want ice cream to throw at other people.