So, there's this band. While I'm in junior high school, this band skyrockets to the peaks of popularity. I don't buy into them, not yet; I'm not ready. Then, at some seemingly random moment in my early days as a high school student, something clicks. I get it. A few months later, they release an album named after a great hunter, and I'm well
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My undergraduate lab assistant, Albert, was a huge sweetie. Really, really sweet kid. He wanted to get me a birthday present but didn't know what to get. I refused to give him the email address I use for all websites, companies, online shopping, etc, because I didn't want him to feel obligated to give me a gift.
My birthday arrives. He gives me a box of AMAZING chocolates and American Idiot. Of course, I'd heard a lot about the album and was actually kind of curious about it, but I was so turned off by the fact that Green Day were calling anyone who doesn't agree with them "American Idiots" and that they were being obnoxious bitches that I certainly wasn't going to get the CD. I didn't tell Albert this, of course. I thanked him a bunch and was like, "How did you know I didn't already buy it?"
"I found your wishlist, and it was on it," he answered.
Turns out, he went hunting for my wishlist on his own and searched through tons and tons of wishlists of, like, everyone in Brooklyn. He found one whose username and email address might be mine, and it had all sorts of things on it that were very Me, like British writers and Lord of the Rings DVDs. And American Idiot.
Oh, Albert. Such a little cutie.
so he went hunting for my wishlist on his own. He searched through tons and tons of wishlists
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I don't think it would ever even occur to me to search like that for someone's wishlist. I have a feel a mixture of awe and admiration for people who are that thoughtful.
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