| I've moved [blogs]. Ask me where to.
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| It's 11 pm and I can't find anything but mucus inside my congested head.
15 hours till my next set is due.
But I am tired and my nose is full of goo.
I wish I had the talent I once thought I had.
It's humbling meeting other students who make me look bad.
I'm getting older and more boring by the day
whining on Xanga to some unsuspecting prey.
sick and dull witted today.
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| On Sunday this guy who took my picture asked if I was Korean. I think that made my month.
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| email from a friend:
"Are you who you wanted to be?" Oh, c'mon, guys. Who IS, really? Who can meet the
five year old that they were and ACTUALLY say, without lying, that they're an astronaut/firefighter/Mars-explorer/commando/fashion-model?
And, more importantly, who can tell the five year old that it's
ACTUALLY everything (s)he thought it would be? No one."
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| ....yaddadamean?
On the menu last night:
-frites with garlic aioli (this description doesn't do justice to them... they were the best fried things I've ever eaten.)
-onion soup au gratin
- crab empanadas with fresh romesco sauce and frisee tossed in citrus (beautiful shiny, shatteringly crispy pastry dough on these... and bluefin crab. :O)
- woodburning oven-roasted pork loin with sweet tomato sauce, sauteed bitter greens and crisp yellow fingerling potatoes
- homemade orichiette pasta tossed with a pancetta/spinach arrabiata sauce.
: ) v. happy.
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