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i don't know if i said this before but i can't do it. i just can't seem to make the switch over to blogspot. i cannot type there in that window the way i do in this one. perhaps it has become a comfort to me. for the sake of posterity because she told us too and i'm too lazy to find paper right now:
wednesday, may 13, 2009
9a-12:15p manned the checkout counter, checking texts, dvds and other educational material in and out, assisting in unit submission and retrieving new units, and helped a couple of geography students with the unit fifteen gis assignment, and a couple of questions and a chart
my house -it smells like fish. it's really gross, like a fish mongers, or worse, a chinese fish monger. normally i don't like having my door shut. i never shut it if i can help it. i feel like the air gets stale in my room and i like the circulation. plus, my room is positioned in such a way that i have a view of the entire second floor. i have also never slept with it. my parents know i'm upset just if my door is closed. however, my door has been shut since last night when my father cooked halibut and my brother has been baptizing my room with copious amounts of body spray since i lack in the way of room sprays to try and overwhelm the distinct fishiness. no one will be coming over for the next few days, to spare them their noses and lives.
monday was a gorgeous day, yo. i spent the morning with denise and angela after an epic fail at volunteering and then spent the afternoon with pearl looking for her convocation dress and at her house, briefly, which i miss. well i miss her mother, too. ha, and i missed her, too.
tuesday was another gorgeous day and hilarity ensued. well some sad face too but what can you do with my parents.
today we had a belated cinco de mayo fiesta with inauthentic shrimp and mushroom empanadas, homemade guacamole and tortilla chips, and an old el paso kit thrown in for good measure. after an afternoon spent dicing, slicing, chopping, kneading, stirring, draining and whatever else, we ended up eating outside and lingering there to talk for a good, long time. i miss them. all the time. sometimes i forget how much i miss them until i am with them. also, volunteering was lovely today but would be terribly boring if she wasn't there with me to talk to during the lulls, which inevitably happen at our school. i love boxgrove if only for its name.
it's been a good week so far. rain rain go away come again another day. sigh, rain again tomorrow. it's been a particularly cloudy and rainy spring it feels even with these past few nice nice days.
also, i love betty smith's a tree grows in brooklyn. i read it when i was young but i remember the bit about the coffee. how francie was allowed to grandly dump her full cup of coffee down the sink because while she didn't like it, and it was a waste, her mother believed she was entitled to a cup of coffee and she could do with it what she wanted and if tossing it out made her feel like they had a little to waste in their near poverty, then so be it.
wednesday, may 13, 2009
9a-12:15p manned the checkout counter, checking texts, dvds and other educational material in and out, assisting in unit submission and retrieving new units, and helped a couple of geography students with the unit fifteen gis assignment, and a couple of questions and a chart
my house -it smells like fish. it's really gross, like a fish mongers, or worse, a chinese fish monger. normally i don't like having my door shut. i never shut it if i can help it. i feel like the air gets stale in my room and i like the circulation. plus, my room is positioned in such a way that i have a view of the entire second floor. i have also never slept with it. my parents know i'm upset just if my door is closed. however, my door has been shut since last night when my father cooked halibut and my brother has been baptizing my room with copious amounts of body spray since i lack in the way of room sprays to try and overwhelm the distinct fishiness. no one will be coming over for the next few days, to spare them their noses and lives.
monday was a gorgeous day, yo. i spent the morning with denise and angela after an epic fail at volunteering and then spent the afternoon with pearl looking for her convocation dress and at her house, briefly, which i miss. well i miss her mother, too. ha, and i missed her, too.
tuesday was another gorgeous day and hilarity ensued. well some sad face too but what can you do with my parents.
today we had a belated cinco de mayo fiesta with inauthentic shrimp and mushroom empanadas, homemade guacamole and tortilla chips, and an old el paso kit thrown in for good measure. after an afternoon spent dicing, slicing, chopping, kneading, stirring, draining and whatever else, we ended up eating outside and lingering there to talk for a good, long time. i miss them. all the time. sometimes i forget how much i miss them until i am with them. also, volunteering was lovely today but would be terribly boring if she wasn't there with me to talk to during the lulls, which inevitably happen at our school. i love boxgrove if only for its name.
it's been a good week so far. rain rain go away come again another day. sigh, rain again tomorrow. it's been a particularly cloudy and rainy spring it feels even with these past few nice nice days.
also, i love betty smith's a tree grows in brooklyn. i read it when i was young but i remember the bit about the coffee. how francie was allowed to grandly dump her full cup of coffee down the sink because while she didn't like it, and it was a waste, her mother believed she was entitled to a cup of coffee and she could do with it what she wanted and if tossing it out made her feel like they had a little to waste in their near poverty, then so be it.