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I was waiting in line at Haaseltons to buy a coffee and get some work done (aka take advantage of free wireless internet, pretend to do schoolwork, and procrastinate on the internet), and I was in line behind these cute punky high school girls. One of them was talking about how confused she was about this boy she was seeing, how they both made out with the same girl this weekend and how it made her feel bad. She was super cute in this chubby 15 year old with a dimple piercing and great style (in Peterborough!!!) way. I was trying so hard not to laugh, thinking that I am way older than her, and still seem to be having the same conversations with my friends.
Extreme dorkiness! Beware!
Yesterday, Sara and I got bored in Global Political Economy class, and began coming up with some Political Economy Erotica (PEE):
Let my invisible hand open your markets.
Want to help me put some downward pressure on my currency, baby?
Export it, baby!
Let's maximize our utility!
Also, I think I have lost the ability to communicate coherently with anyone other than my roommates.
Extreme dorkiness! Beware!
Yesterday, Sara and I got bored in Global Political Economy class, and began coming up with some Political Economy Erotica (PEE):
Let my invisible hand open your markets.
Want to help me put some downward pressure on my currency, baby?
Export it, baby!
Let's maximize our utility!
Also, I think I have lost the ability to communicate coherently with anyone other than my roommates.