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Burn healing nicely, though flaking dead skin everywhere is pretty gross. :D
The picture to the left was snapped on the bus on the way from my school to the university. It is interesting how after walking together for awhile, people tend to start walking at the same pace, on the same foot.
My mother is watching some Korean movie right now, and there was this guy on there! (I paused it [see the pause sign?], and snapped a "screenshot" with the camera. XD)
Is it just me, or does he remind you of Rock Lee? :OOO
I dunno, maybe it's just that hair. Hahaha. :D
It was really weird, he was stripping or something. XD Mom said that it was some dancing competition and they were trying to be "sexy". Which explains the lack of clothes. :D
Oooh oooh! And this is what all Calgarians are like. :D Really. :D
I think I've talked to Michael more in the past two days than I have in the entire year of 2003. Ugh that's bad! So distracting, we always end up debating about something (Today's topics included the definition of civilization, social welfare, so-called philosophical discussion on two statements about "truth", and life "filters" based on an essay his friend wrote for their IB Theory of Knowledge class.)
What was I suppose to be doing? My Christian Anthropology work for Religion.
I like popcorn. I like jalopeno jack, I like caramel, I like wild buffalo, I like double butter, I do not like kids (that really colourful one).
It's so unhealthy. But I like it anyway.
http://www.creativepriority.com/djnriss/ << *thumbs up to that guy* that's certainly some way to propose. XD
I am hungry from popcorn talk. I shall distract myself by telling myself a story.
There once was a little walnut named Mr. Walnut. Incredibly original name, yes. Actually, yeah, it -was- a pretty original name, seeing how his parents were peanuts. They just somehow managed to produce a walnut. Or maybe they're not his biological parents (which would make more sense)! They must have picked him up off the streets. Okay. They picked him up off the streets. It was by the side of the road about twenty three peanut rolls east from the peanut bag they made their home. Baby Mr. Walnut was lying there, face down. They thought he was dead at first, and was about to leave him for the birds, but then their little peanut hearts broke at the sight and they decided to take his corpse in so that he can have a honourable nut funeral. But lo and behold he wasn't dead! Yay! So they lived happily ever after. And then a wind came and their house blew away, and Mr. Bird saw them and decided they looked tasty. So maybe it wasn't so "happily ever after" after all. Unless being digested makes one happy. I wouldn't know.
Not only was that the worst story ever, but it's not working. My stomach just growled.
Ooh, ooh, and newspaper snipsnip:
"Hey, guys, do you think about sex on the way to work? More than four out of five male commuters spend part of their travel time thinking about sex with their fellow passengers. Once they get to work, 70% turn to fantasizing about sex with their colleagues."
Unfortunately, they won't get much:
"Shop or sex? 93% of women would whip out the Visa; 93% of men prefer sex to shopping."
"56% of women would go gourmet at a great restaurant over having sex."
hahaha. Good job guys. :D
I wish I had something interesting to post in my LJ, but. yeah.
Content is for losers!
I want this on my future car (should I ever get one): "Si hoc adfixum in obice legere potes, et liberaliter educatus et nimis propinquus ades."
Translation: If you can read this bumper sticker, you are both very well educated and much too close. XD
From hellsmiika:
If you call me Cecilia, then you're pretty much anybody who knows my name.
If you call me Cecilia Chung, you're either pissed at me, or want to get my attention.
If you call me Ceci, you're either a friend, someone from my elementary/Junior High days, or someone I know online.
If you call me "C", you're either Matt, or Jon.
If you call me "CC", you're Carole and all the other people who are too lazy to type "Ceci". Or doesn't know how to spell it.
If you call me "Cici", see above.
If you call me "Cicilia", "Cecelia", and all those other spellings, I am disappointed in you. Cecilia's not that hard to spell. >:O
If you call me cecitaryn or Taryn, you're someone online who I don't really know.
If you call me "Ying Ying", you're either my parents, or my relatives.
If you call me "Wei Ying", you're my grandmother (on my father's side).
If you call me "Chung Wei Ying", you're either my parents, my relatives which includes my grandmother on my mother's side. Or you're pissed at me and you know my Chinese name.
If you call me "Edith", you're probably the librarian from back in Junior High who have yet to distinguish the two of us from each other even after all these years.
If you call me "say-yeh", you're Edith.
If you call me "Weighing Watermelon", you're Markie.
If you call me "Cube", you're still Markie.
If you call me "prevert", you're John. XD
If you call me "Cecity", you're either John, Ashley, Tifa or kyr.
If you call me "Ceciryn", you're definitely kyr.
If you call me "Ceci-[insert food]", you're....yeah, must be kyr.
If you call me "hun" or "love" or "sweetie", you're either Ashley or Jon. (somehow, when Jon says it, it doesn't sound as feminine...)
If you call me "Cubic Centimetre", you're Carole.
If you call me "C-chan", you're Matt.
If you call me by grunts, you're my father.
If you call me "that-weird-freaky-girl-who-watches-me", you're d.b. and you've figured me out. T_T
I did the google-image-search-your-name thing.
Look, I'm a 60's shoujo manga. :O Such...blank but sparkly eyes.
I am also a 3-tier cake, a graphical interface to Csound, and this really cute donkey. Oooh, and this nice harp. And a pretty ugly doll.
I am a drawing of koalas being chased out of their natural home.
I am wearing...I dunno, what kind of animal has these ears...cow?
See me here as some really weird looking mushrooms. At least I think they're mushrooms.
And I...just don't know about this one.
Any search for "Cecilia" will turn up Cecilia Cheung, a HK singer/actress. Her voice is horrible, but she's quite pretty. Too involved with the HK mafia though. :D
Finally, we have this, which I find noteworthy because I don't understand it and it looks funny. :D
My name seems to turn up quite a number of bridal gowns. And...women's...butts.
Interesting.
Calgary weather rocks my socks. It was brilliant at 1:00pm yesterday, summer weather and such. At 2:30pm it started raining, and by late afternoon, it was snowing.
Repeat for today.
I love being so very not appropriately dressed for snow-weather. My thighs freeze easy.
Edit:
hahaha, look:
but when I put in my full name (not suppose to include last name, but whatever):
ouch! XD -10,000,000, eh.