So I've been at home (with my parents) for about a week and a half, and I've been slowly progressing through the stages of child-parents' relations. These are the stages, as I've progressed through them:
-Excitement! My mom will wash my clothes and fold them! I can write food on her grocery list and it will be in the refrigerator on Tuesday! And I get to live right in the middle of the city in their townhouse!
-Mild Annoyance. My dad still tells the same jokes. My mom is cooking a menu that only includes foods that she knows I hate: sausage, bizarre fish, jumbalaya, etc. It is always below freezing in the living room.
-Completely hysteria! (This step took a surprisingly short amount of time to reach). This includes me laughing insanely for five minutes during dinner for no reason (which might have scared my parents). I can no longer stand my parents reading headlines aloud from the newspaper and then asking me to comment on the topic. And my mom's OCD cleanliness is crazy...anytime anything is moved out of place, she will move it back, even if you are still using it. For example, never leave a cabinet open and cross the kitchen because it will be closed when you return! I related all of this to my brother on the phone and he decided not to come home for the summer (honestly). But my parents weren't very upset. My mom probably had visions of him wearing his shoes in the house.
-Unconditional love (that sounds like a Celine Dion song!) Anyway, I've realized that in the past, I've missed my parents for reasons that had nothing to do with them. I still love them so much, but I'm marking checks on their nutty-list and starting to accept them as the empty-nesters that they are. I mean, they go out to bars on worknights! It's kind of like they're living the yuppie lifestyle that they missed in the 80s because they were both in graduate school while raising two kids. I've loved being at home, but I've come to the conclusion that I could never sanely live with them again! It all works out, since my mom told me last year that I couldn't. To sum up the stages, I'll miss my parents when I leave, but a desire to be home will no longer impact my choices or emotions.
Anyway, I finally met my parents' famous neighbor last night. I went to his book signing, where I was surrounded in line by girls prepping to say things like "Will you have my baby?" and others who were hyperventilating. I was determined to remain calm. I did tell him that I was his neighbor and I said "welcome to the neighborhood," but I told him the wrong address by mistake ( I've only actually stayed at this house for 10 days so far, that's acceptable, right?). Wouldn't it be just my luck that he would suddenly decide to come over and visit me, only to find that there is no #120? Umm, hmm, since that will never happen, I've decided to live with my mistake :)
Friday, April 29, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Jon Stewart on Oprah is like:
a. Keane on SNL
b. good grade on the 40-page paper that is 50% of my grade semester grade
c. flirting with professional hockey players in San Antonio (while simultaneously missing soporific 3-hour class)
d. all of the above
C'mon! I know you know it ;)
Post another metaphor if you wish...
a. Keane on SNL
b. good grade on the 40-page paper that is 50% of my grade semester grade
c. flirting with professional hockey players in San Antonio (while simultaneously missing soporific 3-hour class)
d. all of the above
C'mon! I know you know it ;)
Post another metaphor if you wish...
Friday, April 15, 2005
This is way too true!
Pisces - Your Love ProfileYour positive traits: You're very tuned into your lover's feelings - and always doing something caring. Sweetness - you're the most romantic person your parnter has ever met. You get easily swept away and are a total delight to fall in love with. Your negative traits: You are super duper sensitive and find it hard to get out of a sad mood. It's difficult for you to tell your sweetie no, even when you should. You often tell your partner what they want to hear, instead of being honest. Your ideal partner: Is straight from a fairy tale - the man or woman of your dreams Is a total romantic, with an artistic or creative side Loves to express their love to you, in all sorts of unique ways Your dating style: Dreamy. You like traditional romantic dates, like picnics in the park and candlelight dinners. Your seduction style: Fearless - you try what your parnter suggests, no matter how unusual. Loving. You'll take your pleasure second, if necessary. Internal. A lot of your enjoyment takes place within your head. Tips for the future: Be more realistic. Your romantic ideal is nice, but it may just not happen. Let go of your fear of rejection - it's holding you back from being with your true love. Open yourself up to a new love. The person you think you want make not be the one.. Best place to meet someone online: Platinum Romance - singles who value love, romance, and caring relationships as much as you do Best color to attract mate: Seafoam green Best day for a date: Friday Get your free love profile at Blogthings. |
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
FIRSTS
First screen name: rosynic22
First piercing: ears, when I was 16, I think
First $ cards: Not until I left for college
First enemy: I've never really had an enemy. I think one girl hated me, but I was too busy to really care.
First concert: Duran Duran with my Dad :)
LASTS
Last big car ride: wow...um, when I moved to Minneapolis, I think.
Last kiss: Daniel
Last library book: I never go to the library anymore
Last movie seen: Sahara...good for an adventure movie
In the theatre: Same
Last food consumed: A blackberry
Last phone call: Jenny
Last CD played: I don't buy cds anymore, but I listened to Damien Rice on my ipod
Last soda drank: Sprite
SHORT ANSWER
I AM: tired tired tired
I HAVE: great friends
I WISH: I could find a sweet guy in the Twin Cities
I HATE: I reallly dislike anyone who makes children feel shame or self-hate
I WONDER: how many times my parents will take me out to eat during the next two weeks
I LOVE: the hope in the eyes of new immigrant children
I ALWAYS: feed my kitty
I AM NOT: going to stay in the Midwest forever
I DANCE: ballet, or at least I wish I did still
I SING: in the shower...Something to Talk About by Bonnie Raitt
I CRY: a lot...it sometimes makes people think I'm really sad, but it's nice to cry sometimes
I AM NOT ALWAYS: the tidiest person
I WRITE: in my blog every few days
I WIN: when I play mariokart with my brother, but he beats me at everything else
I LOSE: important documents a lot
I CONFUSE: people when I start talking about something that I was thinking about in my head for awhile.
I NEED: a man with a British accent- there is no substitute ;)
I SHOULD: be applying for jobs...but do I really want to stay in the Twin Cities? Hmm...
YES or NO
YOU KEEP A DIARY: Yes, but I haven't written in it for about three months
YOU COOK: yeah, but very simple recipes
YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVEN'T SHARED WITH ANYONE: I watch American Idol
DO YOU...?
HAVE A CRUSH: Jeff on Coupling, the BBC sitcom
WANT TO GET MARRIED: hopefully, b/f I'm 30
GET MOTION SICKNESS: on one ride at the state fair that held me upside down for about 2 minutes, while spinning in two directions
THINK YOU'RE A HEALTH FREAK: not at all...
GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS: Yes...they're so funny, especially my Dad's obsession with with Dietrich Boenhoffer
LIKE THUNDERSTORMS: I loved them when I was young...we used to sit on my grandparents porch and watch car drive by really fast and make huge splashes
Who I want to win American Idol: WELL, Anthony or Nadia or Bo.
Other ways I waste my time: shopping, reading nytime online, watching Coupling, going for long walks around the lakes
First screen name: rosynic22
First piercing: ears, when I was 16, I think
First $ cards: Not until I left for college
First enemy: I've never really had an enemy. I think one girl hated me, but I was too busy to really care.
First concert: Duran Duran with my Dad :)
LASTS
Last big car ride: wow...um, when I moved to Minneapolis, I think.
Last kiss: Daniel
Last library book: I never go to the library anymore
Last movie seen: Sahara...good for an adventure movie
In the theatre: Same
Last food consumed: A blackberry
Last phone call: Jenny
Last CD played: I don't buy cds anymore, but I listened to Damien Rice on my ipod
Last soda drank: Sprite
SHORT ANSWER
I AM: tired tired tired
I HAVE: great friends
I WISH: I could find a sweet guy in the Twin Cities
I HATE: I reallly dislike anyone who makes children feel shame or self-hate
I WONDER: how many times my parents will take me out to eat during the next two weeks
I LOVE: the hope in the eyes of new immigrant children
I ALWAYS: feed my kitty
I AM NOT: going to stay in the Midwest forever
I DANCE: ballet, or at least I wish I did still
I SING: in the shower...Something to Talk About by Bonnie Raitt
I CRY: a lot...it sometimes makes people think I'm really sad, but it's nice to cry sometimes
I AM NOT ALWAYS: the tidiest person
I WRITE: in my blog every few days
I WIN: when I play mariokart with my brother, but he beats me at everything else
I LOSE: important documents a lot
I CONFUSE: people when I start talking about something that I was thinking about in my head for awhile.
I NEED: a man with a British accent- there is no substitute ;)
I SHOULD: be applying for jobs...but do I really want to stay in the Twin Cities? Hmm...
YES or NO
YOU KEEP A DIARY: Yes, but I haven't written in it for about three months
YOU COOK: yeah, but very simple recipes
YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVEN'T SHARED WITH ANYONE: I watch American Idol
DO YOU...?
HAVE A CRUSH: Jeff on Coupling, the BBC sitcom
WANT TO GET MARRIED: hopefully, b/f I'm 30
GET MOTION SICKNESS: on one ride at the state fair that held me upside down for about 2 minutes, while spinning in two directions
THINK YOU'RE A HEALTH FREAK: not at all...
GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS: Yes...they're so funny, especially my Dad's obsession with with Dietrich Boenhoffer
LIKE THUNDERSTORMS: I loved them when I was young...we used to sit on my grandparents porch and watch car drive by really fast and make huge splashes
Who I want to win American Idol: WELL, Anthony or Nadia or Bo.
Other ways I waste my time: shopping, reading nytime online, watching Coupling, going for long walks around the lakes
Sunday, April 10, 2005
A Research Study on 20-Something Attendance of Episcopal Churches in the Twin Cities Area
by Nicole W.
Over the past nine months, I have done an extensive study of the number of 20-somethings attending local Episcopal churches. The results are shocking (yeah, right.) After going to five churches, looking for 20-somethings, enquiring about young adult groups, attending those groups, and trying to guess at the members' actual ages (those lying thirty-somethings, honestly), I have come to the conclusion that there is a third dimension sucking up Episcopalians who are my age. Well, that or every single one has abandoned the church between the time when they're forced to go with their parents and they feel guilty if they don't take their own children. I am sick and tired of being the only person between the ages of 15 and 40 at church! I miss my old Episcopal Campus Ministry. I had honestly started to believe that there was a decent population of intelligent, handsome, and kind Episopalian guys in this country- and that I would have girlfriends to sit and chat with during services. I was tricked. The world outside of a small portion of Forsythe street in St. Louis, MO is sparsely populated with Episcopalians who grew up in the late-80s/early 90s. Maybe we are lost in the wilderness of the aged Anglican church as a whole. Or maybe, just maybe, I am the only one who wasn't sucked into the black hole of 20-something Episcopalians. My research continues...
by Nicole W.
Over the past nine months, I have done an extensive study of the number of 20-somethings attending local Episcopal churches. The results are shocking (yeah, right.) After going to five churches, looking for 20-somethings, enquiring about young adult groups, attending those groups, and trying to guess at the members' actual ages (those lying thirty-somethings, honestly), I have come to the conclusion that there is a third dimension sucking up Episcopalians who are my age. Well, that or every single one has abandoned the church between the time when they're forced to go with their parents and they feel guilty if they don't take their own children. I am sick and tired of being the only person between the ages of 15 and 40 at church! I miss my old Episcopal Campus Ministry. I had honestly started to believe that there was a decent population of intelligent, handsome, and kind Episopalian guys in this country- and that I would have girlfriends to sit and chat with during services. I was tricked. The world outside of a small portion of Forsythe street in St. Louis, MO is sparsely populated with Episcopalians who grew up in the late-80s/early 90s. Maybe we are lost in the wilderness of the aged Anglican church as a whole. Or maybe, just maybe, I am the only one who wasn't sucked into the black hole of 20-something Episcopalians. My research continues...
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Which chemical element am I?
I just think that this is a really cute idea. And I'm pretty resistant to corrosion, so it's true.
I just think that this is a really cute idea. And I'm pretty resistant to corrosion, so it's true.
| Cr...Chromium You scored 33 Mass, 22 Electronegativity, 61 Metal, and 0 Radioactivity! |
| Oooohaaaaah.... shiny! You probably have an incredibly stable and well-maintained group of friends... that probably also don't get out much either. You're not one to get bogged down by a problem. Of course, I'm basing this upon Chromium's ultra-low water-exchange constant and it's corrosion-resistant properties, and I wouldn't be too surprised if the analogy doesn't even apply. |
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Saturday, April 02, 2005
Hmm...sexual politics??
I read somewhere that it was actually men who decided that women should have a femenist sexual revolution in the 60's, since it would eventually lead to the situation today, when men can pretty much expect anything. It really seems like even the nice guys are digressing to the level of thinking that if woman even talks to them in a bar, that she's leading them on if she doesn't go home with him. Well, I don't want to get into that, but my point is that I'm sick of feeling guilty for having rules for myself. And I'm sick of guys who really ARE nice sinking to that level and then society accepting it. I think that we should turn it around and all girls should start demanding that they won't talk to guys unless they agree to call them the next day and actually follow through! It would be less demeaning, but wouldn't always involve a moral decision and so much regret. Plus, I think that most girls, like me, want to see a guy for more than one day (or night). I also adamently believe that this information, including the fact that patience and actually getting to know someone aren't antiquated, should be a cornerstone of the health sciences curriculum in all high schools ;) We need to start educating men early, so that they don't only begin to realize the benefits of a "relationship" when they're in their 30's.
That's my schpeel (or however you spell it) and I'm sticking to it. San Antonio was so much fun..and so hot! I did all the things that I planned on doing in my last post, except meet a cowboy. I did get an intent-to-hire offer from a school district in Maryland! And last night I met some players from the Mighty Ducks hockey team. It was so much fun spending time with them at a crazy piano bar, but the night led to my concerns above. But maybe I'm just cynical. I was listening to Bright Eyes on the airplane, and these lyrics describe almost exactly what happened:
"I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you.
I said, "I like your shoes."
You said, "Thanks can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view-
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time...
Now it's two o'clock-
the club is closed and we're up the block
Your hands on me; pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a girl who's too sad to give a..."
That pretty much sums it up.
I read somewhere that it was actually men who decided that women should have a femenist sexual revolution in the 60's, since it would eventually lead to the situation today, when men can pretty much expect anything. It really seems like even the nice guys are digressing to the level of thinking that if woman even talks to them in a bar, that she's leading them on if she doesn't go home with him. Well, I don't want to get into that, but my point is that I'm sick of feeling guilty for having rules for myself. And I'm sick of guys who really ARE nice sinking to that level and then society accepting it. I think that we should turn it around and all girls should start demanding that they won't talk to guys unless they agree to call them the next day and actually follow through! It would be less demeaning, but wouldn't always involve a moral decision and so much regret. Plus, I think that most girls, like me, want to see a guy for more than one day (or night). I also adamently believe that this information, including the fact that patience and actually getting to know someone aren't antiquated, should be a cornerstone of the health sciences curriculum in all high schools ;) We need to start educating men early, so that they don't only begin to realize the benefits of a "relationship" when they're in their 30's.
That's my schpeel (or however you spell it) and I'm sticking to it. San Antonio was so much fun..and so hot! I did all the things that I planned on doing in my last post, except meet a cowboy. I did get an intent-to-hire offer from a school district in Maryland! And last night I met some players from the Mighty Ducks hockey team. It was so much fun spending time with them at a crazy piano bar, but the night led to my concerns above. But maybe I'm just cynical. I was listening to Bright Eyes on the airplane, and these lyrics describe almost exactly what happened:
"I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you.
I said, "I like your shoes."
You said, "Thanks can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs and out of view-
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name, you asked the time...
Now it's two o'clock-
the club is closed and we're up the block
Your hands on me; pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love.
I want a girl who's too sad to give a..."
That pretty much sums it up.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Woo-hoo! c(: )
That's a cowboy smiley face, in liu of the fact that I'm off to the lone star state tomorrow night!
Here's my plan:
Get some free textbooks, pass out some résumés, shake hands, eat tasty free food, listen to kicky country music, buy a cowboy hat, get a tan, and meet a cowboy. Okay, expecially meet a cowboy.
That's a cowboy smiley face, in liu of the fact that I'm off to the lone star state tomorrow night!
Here's my plan:
Get some free textbooks, pass out some résumés, shake hands, eat tasty free food, listen to kicky country music, buy a cowboy hat, get a tan, and meet a cowboy. Okay, expecially meet a cowboy.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
OMG...I have no idea how anyone finished this paper! I've been writing and writing and writing and it's so boring and I still haven't finished. I'm determined to finish it tonight, even if it's horrible. Now, I know how to write a paper since I wrote many at Wash U. But this is a technical paper- I have to connect and rewrite all aspects of my teaching, applying theory and cite books and journals. I'm putting myself to sleep:)!!
So, here's my question:
When have you given up on a paper and just turned it in? What kind of paper can't you write because it's so dull?
So, here's my question:
When have you given up on a paper and just turned it in? What kind of paper can't you write because it's so dull?
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Mid-week update with Nicole:
-My dad finished his mosaic commemorating the 50th anniversary of the assassination of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. He said that the grouting made all the difference and my mom is going to allow it to be displayed in the house. If you can tell me something more bizarre than that, I'll send you a postcard from Minnesota.
-My 40-something page paper was due on Tuesday. Right now it looks like I'll be done by Monday.
-My hair is grows freakishly fast. Honestly. I died it auburn less than two weeks ago and my roots are already a centimeter long.
-Is a computer program like Flash really a timesaver in teaching? I propose not, since it will take me years to understand why I can delete everything by touching one button (and to remember which button that is).
-I'm going to a national conference next week in Texas. I keep forgetting! I get to miss three days of class AND I will get tons of free books on ESL. I hope I can also, somehow, get a tan and meet a cowboy.
-The days of Starbucks are back. I spent five hours there today...it reminded me of college days;)
-I'm really tired of the news cycle right now. It's like a double scoop of depression. Can we please have some debate about a positive issue? Here's the topic: which political party can cure cancer first?
-I'm addicted to Lindt truffles.
-I'm semi-ashamed to say that I've been watching American Idol while I study. The singers are so good, though! I'm partial to Anthony and Nadia. The girl from the farm is so toothpaste commercial.
-If you read this and you happen to see a job listing for an elementary ESL teacher in your area, please tell me. I'm open to moving anywhere! And I'm a girl who needs options.
-My dad finished his mosaic commemorating the 50th anniversary of the assassination of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. He said that the grouting made all the difference and my mom is going to allow it to be displayed in the house. If you can tell me something more bizarre than that, I'll send you a postcard from Minnesota.
-My 40-something page paper was due on Tuesday. Right now it looks like I'll be done by Monday.
-My hair is grows freakishly fast. Honestly. I died it auburn less than two weeks ago and my roots are already a centimeter long.
-Is a computer program like Flash really a timesaver in teaching? I propose not, since it will take me years to understand why I can delete everything by touching one button (and to remember which button that is).
-I'm going to a national conference next week in Texas. I keep forgetting! I get to miss three days of class AND I will get tons of free books on ESL. I hope I can also, somehow, get a tan and meet a cowboy.
-The days of Starbucks are back. I spent five hours there today...it reminded me of college days;)
-I'm really tired of the news cycle right now. It's like a double scoop of depression. Can we please have some debate about a positive issue? Here's the topic: which political party can cure cancer first?
-I'm addicted to Lindt truffles.
-I'm semi-ashamed to say that I've been watching American Idol while I study. The singers are so good, though! I'm partial to Anthony and Nadia. The girl from the farm is so toothpaste commercial.
-If you read this and you happen to see a job listing for an elementary ESL teacher in your area, please tell me. I'm open to moving anywhere! And I'm a girl who needs options.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Since I still have 45 minutes until class starts and I don't feel like working anymore, I'm going to write about the bizarre dream I had last night. It is really starting to creep me out as I continue to think about it.
Okay, I'm pregnant. I'm having Joshua Lyman's baby (think West Wing). He's bouncing around in the cute, frenetic way he always does, suggesting obsurd names for our baby. I shoot them all down, because I've known what I've wanted to name a baby for the past 5 years (in reality, too). So I give him my speech about why the only choices are Odette Magdalen and Tate Henry. Then we're at a completely existential hostpital: there are no numbers on the doors and no one is there but us, lost, roaming through the halls, looking for a doctor because my water has broken. Then suddenly, I'm looking down at a surreal amusement park on a pier and flying over it as I get closer to a modern, white house on the edge of a cliff. Then the scene jumps to a basement. I'm alone and I give birth to a Life cereal box. I open the box and inside is the baby, but it's made of glass and instead of a heart, there is cream of wheat. And then I start to cry quietly because that means my baby is dead.
What could that possibly mean? I don't think that all dreams mean something, but I know that they're reflective of the ideas that are in one's subconscious during the waking day. Well, I've been watching a lot of the West Wing, but nothing else is vaguely familiar or relevant to my life right now. One of my biggest fears, though, is an unhealthy baby. But, honestly, I'm only 23 and I can't even find a man. Before I got out of bed, I tried to im imagine opening the box and finding a living baby (I always try to rewrite bad dreams), but I couldn't. I'm not sad about it...I feel kind of numb and depressed by the whole idea, though.
Has anyone ever had a prophetic dream? Or one that was creepy but meant nothing at all? Please comment:)
Okay, I'm pregnant. I'm having Joshua Lyman's baby (think West Wing). He's bouncing around in the cute, frenetic way he always does, suggesting obsurd names for our baby. I shoot them all down, because I've known what I've wanted to name a baby for the past 5 years (in reality, too). So I give him my speech about why the only choices are Odette Magdalen and Tate Henry. Then we're at a completely existential hostpital: there are no numbers on the doors and no one is there but us, lost, roaming through the halls, looking for a doctor because my water has broken. Then suddenly, I'm looking down at a surreal amusement park on a pier and flying over it as I get closer to a modern, white house on the edge of a cliff. Then the scene jumps to a basement. I'm alone and I give birth to a Life cereal box. I open the box and inside is the baby, but it's made of glass and instead of a heart, there is cream of wheat. And then I start to cry quietly because that means my baby is dead.
What could that possibly mean? I don't think that all dreams mean something, but I know that they're reflective of the ideas that are in one's subconscious during the waking day. Well, I've been watching a lot of the West Wing, but nothing else is vaguely familiar or relevant to my life right now. One of my biggest fears, though, is an unhealthy baby. But, honestly, I'm only 23 and I can't even find a man. Before I got out of bed, I tried to im imagine opening the box and finding a living baby (I always try to rewrite bad dreams), but I couldn't. I'm not sad about it...I feel kind of numb and depressed by the whole idea, though.
Has anyone ever had a prophetic dream? Or one that was creepy but meant nothing at all? Please comment:)
Monday, March 21, 2005
So this week it became obvious to me that my family solves a disaster with comfort food. I had three nights of Easter-sized meals that left me feeling incredible carbed (my new verb) and lazy. And guess what? I have a 40 page paper due tomorrow! It's such a good thing that I asked for an extension until Friday because I've only written 5 pages so far. But, I could definitely pull something like that off when I was at Wash U, so why am I worrying, right? Well, this (graduate school) feels just a little bit more professional and, yikes, important to my future. So I'm nervous. I rented all of season 3 of the West Wing because I can't work in silence or with music. If I do that, I get completely up in my head and have a semi-nervous/existential crisis like those I had at Starbucks last year (some of you guys were there...it wasn't pretty and I was spending hundreds on frappucchinos). Anyway, season three is sooo good. I'm just feeling kind of sick of school. I mean, I haven't lived real-life yet. I can't believe that my mom and dad both stayed in school until they were 30- that's crazy! At least I'll be done this summer. I'm thinking about getting a job in the East, like New York State or New England. I miss quaint colonial references, clapboard houses, the ocean, and the quiet social reservation. The Midwest really feels isolating sometimes because we're so stuck in the middle of all of the land.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
| The Liberal Beauty You scored 89 looks, 71 personality, and 26 politics! |
| You're beautiful and you have a great personality. You're a liberal with your views and you don't put morals before everything. You're probably a great wife or girlfriend, and you know how to make sure that the ones you love are happy. You're probably fun in a conversation and I'm sure that you are as loveable as you are beautiful.
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