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Hola, as Dora the Explorer would say.
I have been up to no good these last few days. I have loads of work to be doing yet I have taken nap after nap and watched movie after movie. I saw some pretty damn good movies though, so I'm okay with it. I guess it's all about balance. But I do still have to spew out an essay on either neoliberalism or modernization theories by tomorrow. That puts a damper on my evening.
My apartment is so cold. I sleep with socks and pajama pants on and still wake up cold. Maybe I'll try wearing a tuque tonight.
I'm listening to "Rapture" by Blondie and it reminds me of Hillary Eyre Thibault. Although we have never listened to it together before, I get this mental image of us in her basement breaking it down.
I watched the series finale of Six Feet Under again, and once again was a blubbering fool. Why do I have such an emotional attachment to these fictional characters?
Apparently some people don't know that Carolyn Parkinson and I are friends, which makes me sad. I am here to proclaim to the world [or my 20 something LJ friends] that CAROLYN PARKINSON IS MY FRIEND. There, I said it. I feel better now.
I have been up to no good these last few days. I have loads of work to be doing yet I have taken nap after nap and watched movie after movie. I saw some pretty damn good movies though, so I'm okay with it. I guess it's all about balance. But I do still have to spew out an essay on either neoliberalism or modernization theories by tomorrow. That puts a damper on my evening.
My apartment is so cold. I sleep with socks and pajama pants on and still wake up cold. Maybe I'll try wearing a tuque tonight.
I'm listening to "Rapture" by Blondie and it reminds me of Hillary Eyre Thibault. Although we have never listened to it together before, I get this mental image of us in her basement breaking it down.
I watched the series finale of Six Feet Under again, and once again was a blubbering fool. Why do I have such an emotional attachment to these fictional characters?
Apparently some people don't know that Carolyn Parkinson and I are friends, which makes me sad. I am here to proclaim to the world [or my 20 something LJ friends] that CAROLYN PARKINSON IS MY FRIEND. There, I said it. I feel better now.