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Today was another one of those days where we all decided that, to hell with it, we weren't going to get any work done. (Did it really take me three and a half hours to process a 15 minute non competing continuation? Yes, it did.) Instead, we took a little toy skeleton with a parachute out to the sixth floor balcony and tried to get it to land in the playground. Chris, Amir, and I were all standing outside and one of them asked 'which way is the wind blowing?' and I looked down at my lovely swirly white skirt and said 'up.' And then they fell about laughing while I tried to figure out how to keep the silly thing from showing off my charms. You know.

I'm not wearing jeans to work once this week. Not once.

What I learned from my French teacher today: that it is almost impossible to be a vegan in France. Also, there are somewhere close to 400 different kind of cheeses. Holy shit (sacre merde?), man, sign me up.
Dear cute hat boy,
Right as you walked by the Libertines sang "I like the cut of your j-i-b," and I have to agree with them.
me.

Now I'm home and I've made some pretty damn tasty pasketti.
Tomorrow. The man.