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Norman sent me a whole bunch of Ramune candy and I’ve been in non-stop jet-set fizzy heaven ever since. My mouth is going numb but what the hell- this morning I was certain that I wouldn’t make it out of bed alive. I've become constantly jealous of my sister too. The other night my mother rented FernGully: The Last Rain Forest for her and right now she’s reading aloud Ramona Quimby while across the hall I analyze myself to death over whether or not the Soviets really could have amassed 100 nuclear bombs by 1954. There are a bunch of creative writing assignments due too and I think that by 3 am I will be a mess of broken metaphors and half-assed attempts to embody this-and-that. But for now I’d much rather sit here and listen to this Russian woman croon sweet words while I write about the weaponry her country once dreamed of and enjoy the soda-candy explosions going on in my mouth.