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Well, the time has come.
I've realized the decisions I make on impulse turn out to be the best ones. Cuts made need to be clean.
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow, I will come on the breath of the wind. -
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Also: if you were talking to me online before midnight on the 23rd (i.e. about two hours ago), my computer exploded. (Not literally.) So, whatever messages you sent me, I probably am not aware of them. -
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AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGH XKCD!!!!!!
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Photos! Are here!
Edit: Eeeeeee!
I told Randall Munroe that I was a computational linguist.
He said, "Sweet! FUCK YOU!"
I practically beamed. -
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It's odd how songs seem to belong to a certain time. I play them out of order and swim in years' worth of dried hopes and remorse. -
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Well, I could always flip a coin.
...That's facetiousness. I know what I'm supposed to do. -
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I wrote a sonnet in French class today ( Read more... ) -
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Last night I dreamed about knitting. It was of great symbolic importance in the dream, but now all I remember is that I couldn't tell light blue and dark blue apart ( Read more... ) -
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It's two in the morning. Why am I still up?
( Because apparently I have a conscience. This is the reason I'm never going back to Achaea: ) -
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Can anyone find the Cyrillic transliteration of Tianjin (China) - or barring that, at least a map (covering the Far East) labeled in Cyrillic? I've had a surprisingly hard time googling one up while waiting for laundry.
Edit: Тяньцзинь. MeFi, Лукавая-кошка, I love you. -
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I was once again half-asleep in Philosophy of Mind (went to bed two hours earlier than I usually do last night, but apparently that's still not enough sleep) and was trying very hard to pay attention.
Came back to my dorm, took a nap, had a Terrifying Dream.
In my notebook, on today's page, there is only one word I wrote - chel.
What is chel?