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I have to read a couple of books tonight before I sleep but I wanted to link you to PostSecret, because if I were smart I would have thought of it myself.
I have to read a couple of books tonight before I sleep but I wanted to link you to PostSecret, because if I were smart I would have thought of it myself.
I am developing a debilitating addiction to full-fat ranch dressing.
Please heed:
So today, while I was embroiled in an extremely long but ultimately uplifting Trinity meeting, someone broke into my dormpartment and gave me furniture.
Can I just let you all know how unused I am to this "legal drinking age" thing? I went to a friend's apartment for dinner tonight, and at one point the phrase "toss me a Heineken" was used, and a spasm of illegal/legal duality coursed through my body. There is also my bottle of sake. Shh. It does not exist. Anyway, I haven't really had any of it to speak of, so it's like it's not there at all.
I am excited about the advent of an entire new age range for me to abuse and eventually shape into my own image.
This is a classic from the mother upon deciding to come to foreign countries. It makes me giggle. Mayhap it will make you giggle, too.
Please help me understand what could possibly be wrong with this fish. He does not know how to eat. I put the food in the bowl and he *stares* at it and makes little nibbly motions with his mouth, but will not eat it. I put the food in the bowl crushed into tiny pieces just for him, and he makes little nibbly motions with his mouth but will not eat it.
The moon is low and bright, huge and gold. It darts between the trees as I follow it across the quad. In front of Epworth it steps out of its nook, the man inside gaping at me as I cut across the porch.
As of today, I can officially do ANYTHING I WANT ALL THE TIME.
I tried to post a post earlier but couldn't think of anything to say except "I wrenched my back somehow while loading the truck yesterday, resulting in an injury that forces me to make a sound like ten thousand chihuahuas on speed whenever I do anything, ie. sneeze, sit, stand, sleep, pick up, put down, shower, etc".
I am in Delaware and alive. It's fricking hot. RoadTrip went fine thanks in no small part to my lack of qualms about bellowing song lyrics consisting mainly of "lalalal...something, something, she sleeps with my friends...HEYA, YEAH, YEAAAAAH" at the top of my lungs. First ever comment spam has been deleted, mostly because it was boring. I sleep on the floor. Will be back next week with compy and ethernet.
1. Mildly objectifying and bad thing: Cillian Murphy is the hottest person alive. Haminahaminahamina.
This time next week I will be in Epworth! SQUEEEE!
Do you ever have those nights when you lay down to go to bed and you know you have Something On Your Mind that makes it hard to sleep? The little ball of barbed wire in which all we good Clarkes keep dirty things like emotion, does that sit there in your chest until you do something about it?
All of us here at AlliSpain were saddened at the loss of Ernie, everyone's favorite diva betta. His bright purpleness and eternal bad humor will be missed by...well, some. How many afternoons will I spend ruminating on his propensity to hop the net and spend five minutes flopping around on the dryer? Or his great love for biting his own tail off? Or the time we had to cut him with razors? Ah, memories.