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Ashita wa kuru sa
Nov. 8th, 2000 09:45 pm"This Gentle Ferocity Formulation is amalgamated in accordance with the
fundamental Taoist herbal principle of botanical interactiveness and
precursorship which in essence is a molecular equation of the relevant
botanical/herbal alkaloids and glycosides interacting with one another to
prolificate molecular communion and thereby to achieve demonstrative herbal efficaciousness without negative implication to any aspect of human composition." That is the best sentence I have ever read. My Hotmail folders are convoluted tunnels of doom.
"Dear Wonder Muffin: I'm in unbelievable Paris for a few days on fall break. I'll have to swipe a big, iced pink cake and send it book rate. So what's up in your world? Pookie still alive, or is there a peanut-butter-covered knife through the motherboard? send me body parts. love, Hector breath." So is my physical mail box.
I always forget that I have CDs and mp3s that aren't in Japanese. Sometimes, when I listen to the Japanese ones, I hear English words. Sometimes, they really are English words. Sometimes they're not. When they are, I usually hear the wrong words anyway. This happens when real people talk to me, too. Most of my cutesy little replies that make people think I'm funny are actually because my twisted logic interpreted their comments the wrong way, so I am responding to what I heard rather than what they said, and I often don't catch on to what they were actually trying to say until I think about it later. This kind of language barrier thing seems to be a real problem Splutwide.one day, you'll look to see a gun
I had painful coughing fits in Russian class today. I never know how much is enough that I should leave the room until I calm down. That midterm is Friday. Everything is koinuggets until I go home. Then I can pretend it's okay for a week, and then everything is koinuggets until December 20. THEN I am going to return home and melt into a little long-haired puddle under my mother's bed.
I will expect to be fed twice daily.
hmmm. Nothing interesting has happened since Monday. I spent five hours destroying an SGI pookie yesterday. It made me very tired. I am going to go to bed early.
:)
fundamental Taoist herbal principle of botanical interactiveness and
precursorship which in essence is a molecular equation of the relevant
botanical/herbal alkaloids and glycosides interacting with one another to
prolificate molecular communion and thereby to achieve demonstrative herbal efficaciousness without negative implication to any aspect of human composition." That is the best sentence I have ever read. My Hotmail folders are convoluted tunnels of doom.
"Dear Wonder Muffin: I'm in unbelievable Paris for a few days on fall break. I'll have to swipe a big, iced pink cake and send it book rate. So what's up in your world? Pookie still alive, or is there a peanut-butter-covered knife through the motherboard? send me body parts. love, Hector breath." So is my physical mail box.
I always forget that I have CDs and mp3s that aren't in Japanese. Sometimes, when I listen to the Japanese ones, I hear English words. Sometimes, they really are English words. Sometimes they're not. When they are, I usually hear the wrong words anyway. This happens when real people talk to me, too. Most of my cutesy little replies that make people think I'm funny are actually because my twisted logic interpreted their comments the wrong way, so I am responding to what I heard rather than what they said, and I often don't catch on to what they were actually trying to say until I think about it later. This kind of language barrier thing seems to be a real problem Splutwide.
I had painful coughing fits in Russian class today. I never know how much is enough that I should leave the room until I calm down. That midterm is Friday. Everything is koinuggets until I go home. Then I can pretend it's okay for a week, and then everything is koinuggets until December 20. THEN I am going to return home and melt into a little long-haired puddle under my mother's bed.
I will expect to be fed twice daily.
hmmm. Nothing interesting has happened since Monday. I spent five hours destroying an SGI pookie yesterday. It made me very tired. I am going to go to bed early.