January 2010
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In the midst of time’s dissolving whirlpool, how absurd that this tiny dot of richly concentrated brilliance should endure in a secure world of its own. As he watched, he gradually became fascinated. Little by little,the beetle kept edging its glittering body closer to him as if its pointless progress were a lesson that when traversing a world of unceasing flux, the only thing of importance...
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this morning my mother sent me about 20 photos of my niece playing outside in the grass and leaves. it was nice to see such a big smile on a little baby’s face. my day hasn’t even started yet and already i am super HAPPY! frak yeah! ^^
one of my students started humming “bad romance” during class today. she was so surprised to find out that i knew the song. we bonded.
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well plato’s cave is full of freaks ...
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did i just drink three margaritas on a monday...
frak yes!! i’ll definitely be paying for this in the morning.
the boss lady invited me to go ice skating today. i tried to explain that floridians do not ice skate but she would not accept that as a valid excuse. she gave me the angry eyes and told me that she’d pick me up at my apartment at 130. i have ridiculously bad balance when i am on my own two feet. i am trying to imagine how pathetic i am gonna look on a pair of skates. definitely not a pretty...
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“What exactly did Peter believe in, wondered Jack in his transparency, watching Peter’s body dancing, glinting, in the light of the bonfire. Had it all been lies, then—-what Peter had once told him of the misery that settled on him every night like a heavy, sodden wad of cotton? Why, when solitude howling like the sea… bestrode the gaudy lights of the nocturnal city, should...
soju party!
definitely gonna cause a little trouble tonight. ^^
oh the wind is lashing lustily and the trees are thrashing thrustily and the leaves are rustling gustily.
it feels just like a late autumn day in florida. we’re making mini pizzas at the monkey school. its almost friday. frak yeah!
angel student: shannon teacher did you get a perm?
me: no.
angel student: did you change your hair color?
me: no
angel student: did you get a hair cut?
me: (confused) ummm no.
angel student: teacher why?
me: wait. (run to the bathroom. look in the mirror) ooohhhh.
angel student: ...
me: i wore a cap to school today. it was raining.
angel student: oooohhhhh.
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i don't care about the way i look as much as some of my little seven year old monkeys do. perhaps its time i made a few changes? ^^
a really big mug of hazelnut creme coffee
mmmm. perfect. happy wednesday you guys! ^^
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i am awake at 545 am on a sunday morning. its my niece’s first birthday and we are celebrating together via webcam. totally worth it.
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i have always been curious about why your cat is named Gopher Guts. do tell! please? ^^
brerfly: Don’t you know the song?! It is a Mumblelard Family favorite.
The girls got to pick out the cat and name her but K and I couldn’t stand the first name they came up with: Meow Meow. Think about it. Calling your cat “Meow Meow” for more than ten years. So we suggested names, at least a hundred names....
word of the day- blackmail
alexander: teacher do you teach at your home?
me: wait how do you know? its a secret!! you can't tell anyone!
alexander: (thinking) can i have a piece of gum?
me: (angry eyes) really? you're so bad!
alexander: =D
“Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to...”
– W. Somerset Maugham (via nefr)
i used to believe that we were meant to follow certain paths. things were “meant to be” and therefore, no matter what we did, they would happen. now i believe much more in taking personal responsibility for the choices we make. despite this though, sometimes i am still intrigued by how little i can change no matter how much effort i put into it. do you believe in fate/predestination?...
My mind then wandered. I thought of this: I thought of how every day each of us experiences a few little moments that have just a bit more resonance than other moments—we hear a word that sticks in our mind—or maybe we have a small experience that pulls us out of ourselves, if only briefly—we share a hotel elevator with a bride in her veils, say, or a stranger gives us a piece of bread to feed to...
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thedarkspark:lanipauli
“This waking dream we call the Internet also blurs the difference between my serious thoughts and my playful thoughts, or to put it more simply: I no longer can tell when I am working and when I am playing online. For some people the disintegration between these two realms marks all that is wrong with the Internet: It is the high-priced waster of time. It breeds trifles. On...
need MOAR coffee!
i hate you monday morning.
tumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen pour...
one asahi. two asahi. three asahi.
WOOHOO!
