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Oh dear.
LM will find this amusing.
So, basically, yesterday I referred to my cousins as the "F1 generation"
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Quotage
So far...
While making cookies on Sunday, my aunt looks at one of my gingerbread people and says
Oh! How cute! It looks like a little slave girl!
And now for today...
Aunt (walking in rather late and heading toward the kitchen): Don't talk to me.
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Ms. Lonneepoo would be so proud!
So, I made my breakfast this morning, and then noticed something very enlightening.
Ahem, my extremely c@st!-esque foodstuffs:
Persian bread with American butter and Mexican honey, washed down with Indian tea.
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My brain in the wee hours of the morning
Weird things that my brain has come up with in the wee hours of the morning:
A few days ago, at 4am:
"Existentialist kitsch: both the Drug and the Anti-Drug"
Today (just a few minutes ago)
"RNA: does DNA's dirty work."
...I'm sure more will come as I continue studying for finals.
Overheard:
Aunt Diane (to my mother): You have a Jesus, I hope.
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I now know what I was born to do.....
Mother: Come help me do the lights of the tree ( Read more... ) -
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There was a gang shooting literally right across the street from my house.
I had many dreams involving my dissection kit last night.
And I'm feeling very strange.
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Tijuana
So. I got back from Tijuana yesterday.
Of course, this resulted in a lot of vomit and feelings of horribleness, so I had to miss yet another day of school.
Mexico was fun. Helping build the school, and spending time with the little kiddies...I really liked it.
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Sentiments of a free period...
It has been proved to me that at times, breathing is an instinctual reaction that is much too unfamiliar to my body. When my head throbs with such vigor that bile rises to my throat and tears squeeze out from my tightly clenched eyes, I know that "things", as they call them, are not going well. My chest is too tight to let in air, and my lungs ( Read more... ) -
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Er. So, friends, I trust that all is well ( Read more... )