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If you had to give up one indulgence for 40 days, what would it be?

I actually am giving up desert for forty days for lent. We'll see how sugar deprived I am at the end.
Mood:
contemplative contemplative
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Almost everyone coins or uses expressions that make sense to only a few people. What word or phrase do you use most often that you have to explain the meaning of to others?

If you are still hungry, eat another fortune cookie.
Place of Mind:
library
Mood:
blank blank
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All the retired women in the church kayak/skiing group are going to go skiing on tuesday and then get together to have lunch and watch Obama be sworn in. they are entirely awesome.
EDIT: is there a particular reason Lj doesn't recognize Obama as a word yet?
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When it comes to clothes, would you rather be comfortable or fashionable?

Comfortable always comfortable. I didn't start wearing jeans as a kid until they stopped selling tights in my size.
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Ah, Sunday, the day of rest. What's your favorite way to spend a Sunday morning?

Well quite wackily for an agnostic I love going to our little presbyterian church in the village, My whole family used to go there before my mom started working weekends as a nurse and now it's mostly just me and my best friend Jer (who is Christian but never went to church before we started going) We're the only ones there in our age group because college students aren't a big part of the church and most of the people still believe that Jer is actually my brother and those that know him still have not grasped the concept that we are not dating.
I love the little old ladies who always ask about my mother and the middle age women who I go kayaking with during the summers and I adore my minister who is a crazy woman with a bachelors in neurology and who mentioned darwin at my graduation service in front of the Baptists.
Also coffee hour is awesome as long as you avoid the sandwiches, it may look like cheddar, but it's actually pureed carrots and cream cheese
Mood:
chipper chipper
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He hath been knitted, and it was began on the night of the turkey and it was done on the night of christ mass and it is sort of like a goat and sort of like an Alligator and sort of like a squid as it hath been written, and in no way does it's body resemble a carrot, no matter what anyone else tells you.
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It's finals week(s) and I only have one final test, but I've spent the last few weeks being buried by essays (still two to go, one short one where I shall preform magic and apply CHe Guevara's theories on sovereignty to a Bronte novel and one longer but easier one where I explain to president Obama that Gitmo is a bad bad thing made of bad, but in an objective social sciency sort of way)
Except I've spent a fair amount of what should have been essay time sitting in the hallway with Chris the tie-dyed, knitting while he makes chain mail. In case you skipped that he makes Chain Mail! which is awesome and muscle building and also hilarious because we are in the public hall and every five minutes a random student goes by.
Random student: walks by not paying attention, sees chain mail, stops, blinks, stares: What on earth are you doing?
Chris: Making chain mail it's fun, pick it up.
Random student: falls on floor under weight, looks at me in my lawn chair: And you what are you doing.
Me: Knitting ugly meat coloured yarn, it's craft corner.
To make it utterly fantastic Chris has decided that instead of carrying said chain mail home in his bag he's going to wear it, on the bus. He shall be prepared for any sort of public transport mayhem, unless of course the mayhem requires speedy fleeing, in which case he may be rather unprepared.
Mood:
amused amused
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Putting the laws of time and plausiblity aside, picture a battle between the megalodon (a prehistoric shark with a six-foot jaw span) and a giant squid (reported to be the size of a school bus). Who would win?

Squid, the giant squid always wins. It has the power of Cuthulu
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Now that the election is over, we can get to the important stuff. Why is there a light in the refrigerator but not in the freezer?

Because you'll wake up the polar bears.
But seriously, there is a light in the freezer.
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Dear College,
I love you for the mini riot. I live on a huge block of dorms so the CNN announcement and immediate shouting two seconds later was amazing. As was my suitemate hauling me outside in my flip flops and blanket. It was definitely worth it to go stand around in the cold in the crowd of happy bouncy shouting people. NO MORE BUSH EVER!
love

Dear RA's
Come on, we could have rioted for another few minutes. It was a happy thing and no one was doing property damage, let us have our moment.
no love

Dear America
Love

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