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leia131I guess I just don't have it in me to go on about my Fall Break and its extreme awesomeness, but let me just say I SAW BECKY AND JANEEA AND I LOVE THEM BOTH!
Oh, God, and apple picking with my family? Always an adventure. I love them all so very very much. For example:
Dad: *tries, and fails, to give directions*
Mom: Why are you such a fuckhead?
They've been married 30 years this May. That's all I'm saying.
Heh, and we went to see the geese (up near Middlebury somewhere), and it was one of Dad's Wild Goose Chases (TM) LITERALLY.*
What else's been up? Ummmm...
Oh, in Psych we learned about this researcher from JOHNS HOPKINS who lost his professorship-ness because he used unethical methods, and also because he left his wife for his research assistant who he later married. (What a legacy your school has Hannah, what a legacy.)
That's all I have the energy for right now. It's time for bed because I have a big philosophy test in the morning. Oh joy, oh rapture.
*I'm going to assume, since you all didn't grow up with my father, that none of you get this. So let me explain. All the time when we were younger, my dad would hear about a place/event/waterfall/building that he thought we should all go see. So we would plan, or sometimes improv, these car trips to wherever he had in mind. Only, my dad has pretty much no sense of direction, and is usually in the wrong lane, literally and metaphorically. So we would always end up driving around for hours, having no idea where we were or how to get to where we wanted to be, but we would somehow always end up there eventually/miraculously. And these outings came to be know as Dad's Wild Goose Chases. And we went to see geese. Get it now?
Oh, God, and apple picking with my family? Always an adventure. I love them all so very very much. For example:
Dad: *tries, and fails, to give directions*
Mom: Why are you such a fuckhead?
They've been married 30 years this May. That's all I'm saying.
Heh, and we went to see the geese (up near Middlebury somewhere), and it was one of Dad's Wild Goose Chases (TM) LITERALLY.*
What else's been up? Ummmm...
Oh, in Psych we learned about this researcher from JOHNS HOPKINS who lost his professorship-ness because he used unethical methods, and also because he left his wife for his research assistant who he later married. (What a legacy your school has Hannah, what a legacy.)
That's all I have the energy for right now. It's time for bed because I have a big philosophy test in the morning. Oh joy, oh rapture.
*I'm going to assume, since you all didn't grow up with my father, that none of you get this. So let me explain. All the time when we were younger, my dad would hear about a place/event/waterfall/building that he thought we should all go see. So we would plan, or sometimes improv, these car trips to wherever he had in mind. Only, my dad has pretty much no sense of direction, and is usually in the wrong lane, literally and metaphorically. So we would always end up driving around for hours, having no idea where we were or how to get to where we wanted to be, but we would somehow always end up there eventually/miraculously. And these outings came to be know as Dad's Wild Goose Chases. And we went to see geese. Get it now?
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Date: 2006-10-13 03:57 am (UTC)And it gets better, because in the building where I work, in the lobby there are these big murals picturing famous Baltimore/Hopkins people, and little "scenes" of historical Hopkins. And it's really sexist anyway, because all the pictures of historic (1890's-1920s) women are only there to be guided by the men; they're all nurses or patients or naked or all three. But there's this one really funny bit by the door where the perspective's really off and it's hilarious because it's supposed to be a woman, seated, and a guy standing behind her, pointing down to something in the book she's holding. Unfortunately, because of the perspective, it LOOKS LIKE HE'S GROPING HER BREAST. No exaggeration. I'll have to take a picture for you.
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Date: 2006-10-13 02:41 pm (UTC)I LOBE MY HANNAH!
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Date: 2006-10-13 03:48 pm (UTC)"this is randomland.... and this you.."
"dude!... BABIES"
hahahahhaah odjfklajdlajlk;dfjkla hilarious nea.
anyway i love your mom. hahah fuckhead/
OMGGG WHEN do you come home AGAIN! i want to see youuu