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For the briefest moment, there you were, right in front of me
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I recently created a tumblr for my time in penn and japan, if i do end up going- it shall be parent and general public friendly, i.e., i will try and avoid the mopey sentimentality that is so pervasive over here.
Have been doing some extra volunteering recently, and after I chirped my usual "have a lovely day!" at one old man he smiled and ( Read more... ) -
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I finds J on facebook profile (as usual)
I: Hey why the hell do you have two brothers? You don't have two brothers! I don't have two brothers!! I dem-
J: You're married.
I: ...
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we are an unalcoholic family
J: Tequila, Tequila Tequilaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ( Read more... ) -
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ハリーは目を上げた。ダンブルドアなら笑わないだろうーダンブルドアになら話せる…。
｢昨日の夜…僕、パトローナスを創り出したのは、僕の父さんだと思ったんです。あの、湖の向こうに僕自身の姿を見たときのことです…ぼく、父さんの姿を見たと思ったんです…(…）あれが父さんだと思うなんて、僕、どうかしてた。だって、父さんは死んだって分かっているのに｣
｢愛する人が死んだとき、その人は永久に我々のそばを離れると、そう思うかね？大変な状況にあるとき、いつにも増して鮮明に、その人たちのことを思い出しはせんかね？君の父君は、君の中に生きておられるのじゃ、ハリー。そして、君が本当に父親を必要とするときに、最もはっきりとその姿を現すのじゃ。そうでなければ、どうしてきみが、あのパトローナスを創り出したじゃろう？ ( Read more... ) -
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Also, I don't know who's going to look at this, but I'd like to share this song. We listened to it during French and I think i almost wept. I might put a translation up over the weekend, if I'm free enough.
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you've got that right, mr.jerome
It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do. There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do. Wasting time is merely an occupation then, and a most exhausting one.
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trying to be conversational with a 10 year old
I: So, Josh, what movies do you like?
J: Uh.... I don't really have any favourites
I: (in coaxing grown up voice) Come on, you're bound to like something!
J: Well... I really like the movie constipated.
I: (while struggling inside with bewilderment at potential deterioration of auditory capabilities threatening to give rude shock to innocent ears) ... ( Read more... ) -
macarons: attempt 1
I was on the verge of weeping with exasperation and misery by the time I put these into the oven.
Okay I lie. I was actually rather horrified and generally amused but anyway. The stupid cloth piping bag I decided to use leaked greasy moisture, and, more infuriatingly, bits of batter snaking out through odd pores, the nozzle was too small and the ( Read more... ) -
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For homework this weekend, apart from ploughing through pages of Albert Camus in French, we have to write two short stories, one about happiness and one about sadness. As simple as that seems I am having a ridiculously hard time even choosing something that can succinctly encapsulate a single emotion, and even worse a time expressing that in a ( Read more... )
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