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Hmmm, it's about time I update!
Things are going great here in jolly old England. I have bubble wrap to keep me entertained at the moment. I had my intro to lit class today... honestly, things are so freaking easy! I don't mean to sound like an IB snob, but it seems like no one in the class really knows how to critically analyze text. In fact, today I've felt like quite the smart kid, as I managed to make some decent comments in both my classes. Go me.
I finally spent some time in the library too. The elevators (sorry, lifts) are seriously bizarre. They're these little boxes with no doors that continually move either up or down. It's up to you to jump on and off at the appropriate floor--it doesn't stop!! It's a little bit scary since they move rather quickly. I had a nightmare about them. :-(
Ahh, I miss my parents, just a little...
Hey Peewee,
Dad here. What’s up? We tried to call you again but we seem to be having trouble connecting to your phone with our crappy new phone card. After dialing several hundred numbers (seemingly), an electronically generated, condescending female voice with a British accent informs us that a connection could not be made. I’d like to reach through the phone and stick my finger in her stupid electronic eye! Anyway, we’ll keep trying. Eventually we’ll catch her off guard and we’ll get through.
I’m glad to hear you like your yoga class. (BTW, do the Brits pronounce it “yah-gah” since they call yogurt “yah-gert?”) Keep it up and in a few weeks you’ll be stronger, more flexible, and have greater peace of mind than the Buddha. Either that or you’ll twist too hard, wrench your spine, and end up in worse shape than Stephen Hawking. Just kidding. That can’t happen. (Or can it…?) I tried yoga for a few months back in the early ‘80’s and I never felt better in my life. I gave it up because I was tired of taking crap from backward yahoos in Ohio who thought a guy doing yoga was weird, gay, a commie, a hippie, or all of the above. Morons.
Are you still feeling tired? Mom was describing your symptoms to Grandma and she (Grandma) said is sounds like you might have a case of mononucleosis. That actually makes sense. Gian-Carlo had mono back when he first started at the UW, and both mom and I got it in college. Apparently, it’s a disease that hates the acquisition of knowledge. If you go to the health center (and you should), you might ask the doc if maybe you have it.
Mom and I will be out of town this weekend, so we’ll try to call you before we go. We’ll both be back by Sunday. She’s going to a cabin in Wenatchee with a group of hens from Juanita, and I’m going to Idaho to kill birds and fish with my big white redneck friend from Microsoft. Don’t worry-I’m a crappy hunter so no birds are likely to die prematurely at my hands. The fish, on the other hand, should be shaking in their scales. I love me some fresh fish, and I’m deadly with a fly rod. Look forward to a 4 x 8 print of a grinning Greg holding up a tremendously huge and brightly shining steelhead. It’ll look great in your room.
What’s been going on around here? Let’s see… Oh, I bought a pasta maker so I’ve been making pasta with my new pasta maker. Making pasta with a pasta maker is way more fun than I though it could be. Not to mention that pasta made with a pasta maker is way more delicious than pasta made without a pasta maker. If you have the means, I highly recommend purchasing a pasta maker and then using it to make your own delicious pasta. You’ll love it. I also built a couple sets of speaker stands, and I’m about to build a pair of speakers from scratch.
Otis, The Boys, Gracie, Mel, and the fish are all doing fine. The hen, however, is not so good. In fact, she couldn’t be worse. She’s dead. Judging by the evidence found at the scene, it appears some murderous, four-legged villain dug its way under the chicken coop fence and brutally attacked her in her own home. Although there were no witnesses and no readable prints were found, the authorities (that’s me) strongly suspect a wily coyote (is there any other kind?). The investigation is ongoing.
Well, that’s the news from the home front. I’ll see if mom has anything to add. “Hey mom, do you have anything to add?”
Yes- this is Mom now! Isn’t he hilarious? Well, I am back to being psycho Mom. I tried your phone and it just rings and rings. Have you gotten any phone calls from anybody from your phone? How about if you try calling us at 11 or 12 pm your time (that would be 3 or 4pm our time). I will leave work on time and we will wait for your call. Nothing exciting has happened today. We are watching a pretty exciting World Series game. The Astros and the White Sox are very well watch so it has been an exciting series (the White Sox are ahead by two games).
Well, it is all for now. We hope to talk to you tomorrow. It’s funny, at work Mrs. Adams was asking me whether I had talked to you. I told her that yes that I had figured out that you were alive. She then proceeds to tell me that somebody got into your computer, got your password and that was who was writing to me. She was making fun because she said that is how mothers think. Miss J. was listening to the whole conversation with her mouth opened. She couldn’t believe we had such a dark imagination.
Take care. We love you. We also miss you like crazy. Dad wants you to study hard, so that you can get a good job and you can take care of us when we don’t know who we are and we are pooping our pants.
Mom and Dad (the crazy).
Yeah, they're weird, lol.
Ohh!! I'm going to Paris in December. It'll just be a quick three day trip, but I'll be sure to find some cool Christmas presents for you all.
Things are going great here in jolly old England. I have bubble wrap to keep me entertained at the moment. I had my intro to lit class today... honestly, things are so freaking easy! I don't mean to sound like an IB snob, but it seems like no one in the class really knows how to critically analyze text. In fact, today I've felt like quite the smart kid, as I managed to make some decent comments in both my classes. Go me.
I finally spent some time in the library too. The elevators (sorry, lifts) are seriously bizarre. They're these little boxes with no doors that continually move either up or down. It's up to you to jump on and off at the appropriate floor--it doesn't stop!! It's a little bit scary since they move rather quickly. I had a nightmare about them. :-(
Ahh, I miss my parents, just a little...
Hey Peewee,
Dad here. What’s up? We tried to call you again but we seem to be having trouble connecting to your phone with our crappy new phone card. After dialing several hundred numbers (seemingly), an electronically generated, condescending female voice with a British accent informs us that a connection could not be made. I’d like to reach through the phone and stick my finger in her stupid electronic eye! Anyway, we’ll keep trying. Eventually we’ll catch her off guard and we’ll get through.
I’m glad to hear you like your yoga class. (BTW, do the Brits pronounce it “yah-gah” since they call yogurt “yah-gert?”) Keep it up and in a few weeks you’ll be stronger, more flexible, and have greater peace of mind than the Buddha. Either that or you’ll twist too hard, wrench your spine, and end up in worse shape than Stephen Hawking. Just kidding. That can’t happen. (Or can it…?) I tried yoga for a few months back in the early ‘80’s and I never felt better in my life. I gave it up because I was tired of taking crap from backward yahoos in Ohio who thought a guy doing yoga was weird, gay, a commie, a hippie, or all of the above. Morons.
Are you still feeling tired? Mom was describing your symptoms to Grandma and she (Grandma) said is sounds like you might have a case of mononucleosis. That actually makes sense. Gian-Carlo had mono back when he first started at the UW, and both mom and I got it in college. Apparently, it’s a disease that hates the acquisition of knowledge. If you go to the health center (and you should), you might ask the doc if maybe you have it.
Mom and I will be out of town this weekend, so we’ll try to call you before we go. We’ll both be back by Sunday. She’s going to a cabin in Wenatchee with a group of hens from Juanita, and I’m going to Idaho to kill birds and fish with my big white redneck friend from Microsoft. Don’t worry-I’m a crappy hunter so no birds are likely to die prematurely at my hands. The fish, on the other hand, should be shaking in their scales. I love me some fresh fish, and I’m deadly with a fly rod. Look forward to a 4 x 8 print of a grinning Greg holding up a tremendously huge and brightly shining steelhead. It’ll look great in your room.
What’s been going on around here? Let’s see… Oh, I bought a pasta maker so I’ve been making pasta with my new pasta maker. Making pasta with a pasta maker is way more fun than I though it could be. Not to mention that pasta made with a pasta maker is way more delicious than pasta made without a pasta maker. If you have the means, I highly recommend purchasing a pasta maker and then using it to make your own delicious pasta. You’ll love it. I also built a couple sets of speaker stands, and I’m about to build a pair of speakers from scratch.
Otis, The Boys, Gracie, Mel, and the fish are all doing fine. The hen, however, is not so good. In fact, she couldn’t be worse. She’s dead. Judging by the evidence found at the scene, it appears some murderous, four-legged villain dug its way under the chicken coop fence and brutally attacked her in her own home. Although there were no witnesses and no readable prints were found, the authorities (that’s me) strongly suspect a wily coyote (is there any other kind?). The investigation is ongoing.
Well, that’s the news from the home front. I’ll see if mom has anything to add. “Hey mom, do you have anything to add?”
Yes- this is Mom now! Isn’t he hilarious? Well, I am back to being psycho Mom. I tried your phone and it just rings and rings. Have you gotten any phone calls from anybody from your phone? How about if you try calling us at 11 or 12 pm your time (that would be 3 or 4pm our time). I will leave work on time and we will wait for your call. Nothing exciting has happened today. We are watching a pretty exciting World Series game. The Astros and the White Sox are very well watch so it has been an exciting series (the White Sox are ahead by two games).
Well, it is all for now. We hope to talk to you tomorrow. It’s funny, at work Mrs. Adams was asking me whether I had talked to you. I told her that yes that I had figured out that you were alive. She then proceeds to tell me that somebody got into your computer, got your password and that was who was writing to me. She was making fun because she said that is how mothers think. Miss J. was listening to the whole conversation with her mouth opened. She couldn’t believe we had such a dark imagination.
Take care. We love you. We also miss you like crazy. Dad wants you to study hard, so that you can get a good job and you can take care of us when we don’t know who we are and we are pooping our pants.
Mom and Dad (the crazy).
Yeah, they're weird, lol.
Ohh!! I'm going to Paris in December. It'll just be a quick three day trip, but I'll be sure to find some cool Christmas presents for you all.