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*clears away dust from LJ*
Some brief updates:
I have just bought my textbooks for next year. To those with first-born children: I will soon be dropping by in my pirate-ninja suit in order to make away with your kids and trade them for said textbooks. ...But only if they're cute.
Next summer, I will be going to England - Cambridge, specifically - to study and drool over hot Brits. Sara will likely be going as well. Fear for jolly old England.
Instead of taking a Middle East history class, I'm taking one on colonial America instead. It'a a thing of Want vs. Need. And I'd really like to graduate in time.
I miss you all lots. Wish I was more nocturnal, i.e., that I wasn't already really tired. And that I had more control over my time spent, i.e., that I had a more stable work schedule. Ah well, that'll change with school.
There is a boy in the picture. It goes very slowly, because I don't want to scare him off; but he is a ridiculously nice boy, and considering that he's the religious sort, and quite possibly a Republican, he really shouldn't make me as happy as he does. But I'll be damned if that isn't exactly how it works out.
As far as I know, I'm disease-free. Though that rash has started to smell a little bit funny.
If the installation of our new siding on the house wakes me up at the ungodly hour they're supposed to start, I reserve all rights to throw hot coffee at said workers. So there.
I really want a pirate-ninja suit. I imagine a ninja-suit - but more flashy, with some buckle and swash. Maybe a red sash and a cutlass? But definitely stylin'.
Some brief updates:
I have just bought my textbooks for next year. To those with first-born children: I will soon be dropping by in my pirate-ninja suit in order to make away with your kids and trade them for said textbooks. ...But only if they're cute.
Next summer, I will be going to England - Cambridge, specifically - to study and drool over hot Brits. Sara will likely be going as well. Fear for jolly old England.
Instead of taking a Middle East history class, I'm taking one on colonial America instead. It'a a thing of Want vs. Need. And I'd really like to graduate in time.
I miss you all lots. Wish I was more nocturnal, i.e., that I wasn't already really tired. And that I had more control over my time spent, i.e., that I had a more stable work schedule. Ah well, that'll change with school.
There is a boy in the picture. It goes very slowly, because I don't want to scare him off; but he is a ridiculously nice boy, and considering that he's the religious sort, and quite possibly a Republican, he really shouldn't make me as happy as he does. But I'll be damned if that isn't exactly how it works out.
As far as I know, I'm disease-free. Though that rash has started to smell a little bit funny.
If the installation of our new siding on the house wakes me up at the ungodly hour they're supposed to start, I reserve all rights to throw hot coffee at said workers. So there.
I really want a pirate-ninja suit. I imagine a ninja-suit - but more flashy, with some buckle and swash. Maybe a red sash and a cutlass? But definitely stylin'.