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It's...been some time.
Hum.
Still alive! ...barely.


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I am the Abbot of Cockaigne
And my assembly is one of drinkers

Monks know how to par-tay.



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AHAhahahahahaaaa...
*totters in relief*

As it turns out, I conquer the education system - sitting pretty with a 4.0 GPA. Even in Biology. HAH!

What else is splendid at the moment?

The purple pants I got for Christmas, for one. And the compendium of Grimm's fairy tales.
My twelve-year-old brother watching Pride and Prejudice and liking it.

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How dare you, sir? Inconstant, you say?

...weeeellllll, maybe a little bit.

Looks like I survived the first-ever round of University finals with, if not flying colours (Biology 108, God rot you...), at least with my mizzenmast intact.

...Oh, just shoot me if I ever attempt another nautical analogy. OK?

Also, I ditched my winter term French course in ( Read more... )

Blargs. Sociology midterm tomorrow morning. Shouldn't even be on the computer - God knows I'm distracted enough at the best of times.

Miserably cold. Not a good day for people with abnormally long extremities. Like me.

OH MY GOD I AM EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS.

Mom was making Christmas cake and tourtiere this afternoon (that's a savoury French-Canadian ( Read more... )

THANK YOU, AMERICA!

You made it happen!

I think most of you have already said what needs to be said on the subject... I'm just going to leave it with a hearty congrats, and cross my fingers that Obama will deliver.

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Been going absolutely crazy for the past two weeks what with studying for various midterms. One left to go...

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Saw Thelma and Louise tonight with my little sister.

...I cried like an absolute baby when they went over the canyon edge. So elated, but so incredibly sad. I love movies that do that.

*yawn* I think I'll set my alarm for tomorrow morning just so I can have the luxury of turning it off and going back to sleep.
It's been that kind of a week.

The shortest ghost story ever recorded in the field comes from Somerset, England. It goes like this:

"He woke up frightened and reached for the matches and the matches were put into his hand."

Nothing that short and simple should be that damn effective.

I think it's because it plays on a couple of really elementary fears - of the dark, of blindness, ( Read more... )