Not Bad Looking For An Old Guy
Richard Dawkins. Yeah. I didn't see it coming either. I've been reading his latest book, The Greatest Show on Earth, because I figured it was about time I understood evolution (when not talking over any explination in defense of creationism). And I've seen one of his documentaries and watched some interviews on youtube. And while watching the other night, I found myself thinking, "You know, he's not bad looking for an old guy."
His British accent, seductive smirk, scientific vocabulary (mmm, say Australopithicus again)...
I don't know!
(I told my boss today that I used to be involved with the Christian Fellowship in my high school. He was surprised that I used to be so religious. It's strange to think that those who knew me when I was younger than eighteen/nineteen and those who know me now will have such a different view of me, based on my beliefs.)
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I'm getting a big bed this weekend. After spending my nights in half of what used to be my sister and my bunk beds from our childhood, I think it's time to grow up and get myself a double. Or queen. I want a queen, but it'll depend on if I can find a good deal. I feel a little guilty, since last Christmas both parents got me twin-sized bedding, which will now be useless to me, but my dad is coming to Waterloo to help me find my matress, so I think they are supportive. (I also made the awkward comment, when saying I didn't really need a queen to my dad, of "It's not like I'm sharing it with anyone." I kept the "yet" to myself.)
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I miss Glee! Less than one week more. It's been so long!
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Oh yeah. Halloween. It was pretty awesome. Roommates and I went as the Sanderson Sisters from Hocus Pocus. I was really worried I wouldn't finish it in time, or get the effect I wanted. The first time I had put on my complete costume was as we were heading out the door, but I'm really happy with how it turned out. We didn't spend a lot of time mingling, but I like to think that we were recognised.
I'm too tired to format this nice, and they are all up on facebook, but here are a few anyway.
And my sister, her boyfriend and my cousin, who had never even seen Rocky Horror, let alone been to a screening of it, came along.
Gangster, Minnie Mouse, Sarah Sanderson, Smurf
His British accent, seductive smirk, scientific vocabulary (mmm, say Australopithicus again)...
I don't know!
(I told my boss today that I used to be involved with the Christian Fellowship in my high school. He was surprised that I used to be so religious. It's strange to think that those who knew me when I was younger than eighteen/nineteen and those who know me now will have such a different view of me, based on my beliefs.)
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I'm getting a big bed this weekend. After spending my nights in half of what used to be my sister and my bunk beds from our childhood, I think it's time to grow up and get myself a double. Or queen. I want a queen, but it'll depend on if I can find a good deal. I feel a little guilty, since last Christmas both parents got me twin-sized bedding, which will now be useless to me, but my dad is coming to Waterloo to help me find my matress, so I think they are supportive. (I also made the awkward comment, when saying I didn't really need a queen to my dad, of "It's not like I'm sharing it with anyone." I kept the "yet" to myself.)
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I miss Glee! Less than one week more. It's been so long!
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Oh yeah. Halloween. It was pretty awesome. Roommates and I went as the Sanderson Sisters from Hocus Pocus. I was really worried I wouldn't finish it in time, or get the effect I wanted. The first time I had put on my complete costume was as we were heading out the door, but I'm really happy with how it turned out. We didn't spend a lot of time mingling, but I like to think that we were recognised.
I'm too tired to format this nice, and they are all up on facebook, but here are a few anyway.
And my sister, her boyfriend and my cousin, who had never even seen Rocky Horror, let alone been to a screening of it, came along.
Gangster, Minnie Mouse, Sarah Sanderson, Smurf