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Hey, I’m not blonde!
Your World: What is your world made of? [girls] brought to you by Quizilla I do have a pair of boots like that, though. I don’t think “stable” is a good word to describe me… (Quiz courtesy of the mahvelous Jenny. Watch out for that quicksand, girly.)
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Revisiting those 101 things…
Edit: That’d be those 101 things in 1001 days. Silly me for not linking. This hasn’t been in progress nine-weeks of a quarter yet, but I’ve got myself back on a regular workout routine so that I’m back up to four or five days of 3- to 4-mile walks a week (#5). I’m not running yet, in part because I’m still working on keeping the calf muscles loose enough not to reintroduce the foot problem, and in part because I’m not keen on diverting the energy to do any kind of moderately serious rehab/training. I’m more concerned about my loss of lung efficiency and (shallow though it is) all the…
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This one takes them all.
I am hereby not allowed to sleep on Thursday nights during weeks 3 thru 10 of a term, unless I can get more than 4 hours of sleep that night. This is second goddamn time I’m either slept through my alarm or that my alarm has been set improperly or that my alarm has snafu’d. On a Friday morning. With important shit due within a few hours of the alarm going off. Like my Fundamentals take-home test, which I ran down to the prof at 12:00 (it was supposed to be due at 08:00 if you missed class), unshowered, uncombed, un-anything other than panicked. The test still had 45 points…
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Thorn night: select conversations
Not for the easily offended, I suppose. Then again, that probably applies to my entire site…
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Everything goes so much easier…
…when you just decide to be cheerful about it all. No matter how much trouble you’re having with a teammate, no matter how some relationship shifting has you worried, no matter how much work needs to be done before you can rest, no matter how physically restless you feel sitting in a chair studying all day, no matter the grades you’ve got calculated in your little Spreadsheet of DOOM… …I can at least be cheerful and hardworking. I think someone has been spiking my morning orange juice with happy-crack these past ten or so days. Don’t know what it is, but I’m just glad to be having fun again. Because,…