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i am not a huggy person. i give hugs rarely. and only to the best people.
i love big dogs.
i can be a morning person, if need be. if not, i am very cranky.
i am not very fond of balloons. nor clowns.
i hate small talk.
i chew the tip of my straws if and when i use them.
i enjoy 'fake' strawberries.
i'm very good at licking ice cream, but bad at biting burgers.
i love my stapler.
you'll know it when i don't hear you when i smile a lot.
i am the most un-romantic person i know.
contrary to popular belief, i do cry easily.
i bite.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007
the heat is driving moi crazy

so we're almost isothermic with the environment. gawd. if i could only come to school with no more than sleeve-less shirts, comfy shorts and flip flops, i would. gah. what am i thinking.



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we had an upgrade of amante for a PI prof. okay, i really don't know if danni's namesake is really an upgrade. we just spent most of our first meeting (yes, he was a no-show yesterday) talking about expectations, likes, dislikes, circular or squarish balls (the human kind), and his other-worldly craft of divining the meanings of dreams and stuff of the sort. but i guess 4 literary pieces and a field trip within a month isn't bad. not bad at all.



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i envy the people working at ice plants. the get to spend their day being around very lovely things. and i also envy the guard posted at the door of nation. he gets to spend his time under the blower thingy that blows delightful, cold air. i now miss my OR days. never mind the cool surgeries requiring lead gowns, nor that cute cauterizing thingy. and definitely not the harrowing sounds of the bone saw thingamajig. i miss being in the fully air-conditioned floor wearing nothing but smallclothes and scrubs.



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