明日、日本語のレソンテストがある。良い成績を取りたいから、今日とても勉強しているよ。今、しゅくだいをしている。できるだよ！ミランダちゃん、何をしている？勉強している？寝ている？私はちょっとしんぱいする。
お正月に、しあわせだね！私はパーマー．アマンダーに見て、たぶん会う！そして、ハーリーさんも行くかもしれません。とても楽しいと思う！！
Monday, October 4
Tuesday, September 7
Good morning morning.
Well, it's 2:45 in the #&$^ing morning and I haven't slept yet. So I decided to write a blog.
Ahead of me is a ten hour work day with a class and three or four hours of homework thrown in. Behind me is an exciting and truly memorable weekend, which for legal reasons I cannot relate entirely over the internet. Also, I'm a good friend and I wouldn't do that to people. But I can give you the PG-13 version.
Nothing too exciting happened Friday that I can recall, except for the fact that it was a Friday where I had no work, which was to be followed by a Saturday where I did not have work. Oh, and it was the first full day of classes. I suppose that warrants a tangent.
English should be fun. The teacher is young and enthusiastic, and just seems to possess all of the good qualities one hopes to find in a teacher. That will be a good class.
My Business professor is loud, opinionated, and obnoxious, and is also a rather large individual, all of which likens him in my mind a great deal to Mr. Romans from Lathrop. I share that class with Christine, but I also share that class with someone I absolutely loathe...as long as he keeps the fuck away from me, we're good, but it'll be a warm day in Hell before I do any partner or group work with him.
Japanese is cool; it won't be as fun or easy as last year though. But I'll have a lot of intelligent classmates to study with so I can ace it, which I really need to do.
East Asian Civ looks to be a snoozefest, but what can you do? The reading material looks mildly interesting, and it's all relevant to my interests, so hopefully Kristina and I can muddle through the semester without drooling on each other.
Back on track, Friday night was mostly spent relaxing and organizing, which leads us to Saturday. Miranda (my half-lolita roomie) and I hitched a ride with my friend Holly to Value Village, where we found many treasures, the Castle, where it was decided that I'm going to be a sexy astronaut for Halloween, and the grocery store. We came back to the dorm after a long, hard afternoon of shopping and made pot stickers...and watched pron. Sunday was Miranda's birthday, so we stared the celebration a few hours early and had some cupcakes and chocolate covered strawberries.
Sunday was a blast...though not all of us can remember the whole thing. ;) I worked for a few hours, then we had to wait to hang out with people until after the WORST icebreaker/learn the rules/meet your floormates meeting EVER. Our RA is a girl named Ariel, who is the same age as me, and is nice yet horrifyingly awkward and quiet. We had to play a game that I think I may have played in the second grade, where you had to say your name along with an adjective that had the same first letter(her example was "Artistic Ariel"...*VOMIT*) and then do a motion that somehow corresponds to the adjective. Then all of the other twenty-something year olds had to repeat whatever amazingly lame and embarrassing thing you just did. It was truly awful.
The meeting FINALLY ended around 9:45, and Miranda signed in Jeremy and Zach, who came up and instantly improved our moods. Pizza was eaten, fun was had, and let's just say that I know my roommate a lot better than most people know theirs. ;) She's a champion, she really is.
Later in the night we even got to talk to our friend Mary-Clare on Skype. She just got to Osaka not too long ago and it was good to get to talk to her again.
Today was labor day and therefore, there was no school...I probably should have focused more on homework. But HEY! Our room is finally set up completely, and it looks great. We also did laundry and shared dinner in the dorm kitchen. Miranda and I make a cute little family. We also watched a documentary about host clubs in Japan tonight, which was really interesting. it reassured me that while I love Japan and its people, I do not want to spend my whole life there. Too many layers to dig through before you get to actually know people.
I suppose I should try sleeping again now...Wish me luck! And remember, in the immortal words of RuPaul, if you can't love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else?
Ahead of me is a ten hour work day with a class and three or four hours of homework thrown in. Behind me is an exciting and truly memorable weekend, which for legal reasons I cannot relate entirely over the internet. Also, I'm a good friend and I wouldn't do that to people. But I can give you the PG-13 version.
Nothing too exciting happened Friday that I can recall, except for the fact that it was a Friday where I had no work, which was to be followed by a Saturday where I did not have work. Oh, and it was the first full day of classes. I suppose that warrants a tangent.
English should be fun. The teacher is young and enthusiastic, and just seems to possess all of the good qualities one hopes to find in a teacher. That will be a good class.
My Business professor is loud, opinionated, and obnoxious, and is also a rather large individual, all of which likens him in my mind a great deal to Mr. Romans from Lathrop. I share that class with Christine, but I also share that class with someone I absolutely loathe...as long as he keeps the fuck away from me, we're good, but it'll be a warm day in Hell before I do any partner or group work with him.
Japanese is cool; it won't be as fun or easy as last year though. But I'll have a lot of intelligent classmates to study with so I can ace it, which I really need to do.
East Asian Civ looks to be a snoozefest, but what can you do? The reading material looks mildly interesting, and it's all relevant to my interests, so hopefully Kristina and I can muddle through the semester without drooling on each other.
Back on track, Friday night was mostly spent relaxing and organizing, which leads us to Saturday. Miranda (my half-lolita roomie) and I hitched a ride with my friend Holly to Value Village, where we found many treasures, the Castle, where it was decided that I'm going to be a sexy astronaut for Halloween, and the grocery store. We came back to the dorm after a long, hard afternoon of shopping and made pot stickers...and watched pron. Sunday was Miranda's birthday, so we stared the celebration a few hours early and had some cupcakes and chocolate covered strawberries.
Sunday was a blast...though not all of us can remember the whole thing. ;) I worked for a few hours, then we had to wait to hang out with people until after the WORST icebreaker/learn the rules/meet your floormates meeting EVER. Our RA is a girl named Ariel, who is the same age as me, and is nice yet horrifyingly awkward and quiet. We had to play a game that I think I may have played in the second grade, where you had to say your name along with an adjective that had the same first letter(her example was "Artistic Ariel"...*VOMIT*) and then do a motion that somehow corresponds to the adjective. Then all of the other twenty-something year olds had to repeat whatever amazingly lame and embarrassing thing you just did. It was truly awful.
The meeting FINALLY ended around 9:45, and Miranda signed in Jeremy and Zach, who came up and instantly improved our moods. Pizza was eaten, fun was had, and let's just say that I know my roommate a lot better than most people know theirs. ;) She's a champion, she really is.
Later in the night we even got to talk to our friend Mary-Clare on Skype. She just got to Osaka not too long ago and it was good to get to talk to her again.
Today was labor day and therefore, there was no school...I probably should have focused more on homework. But HEY! Our room is finally set up completely, and it looks great. We also did laundry and shared dinner in the dorm kitchen. Miranda and I make a cute little family. We also watched a documentary about host clubs in Japan tonight, which was really interesting. it reassured me that while I love Japan and its people, I do not want to spend my whole life there. Too many layers to dig through before you get to actually know people.
I suppose I should try sleeping again now...Wish me luck! And remember, in the immortal words of RuPaul, if you can't love yourself, how in the hell are you gonna love somebody else?
Thursday, August 26
Holy shit, it's the fucking word of the day.
I just found a New Favourite Thing.
It's this website called thefuckingwordoftheday.com and it's a vocabulary builder...that swears. Here's yesterday's entry:
They're making a calendar. This bring me joy.
In other news, my erratic, disapproving mother suddenly appeared back in my life two weeks ago and bought me a new laptop for school. This was completely unexpected, but I've learned that reason and my mother do not often walk together, so asking questions would be pointless. So I'm just going to sit back and enjoy my new laptop and my Windows 7 and the random food gifts and say "thank you, Mommy."
Oh, and I finally got word from the Imperial Court, and Empress Madeline gave me a 1000$ scholarship! Yippee, now I can just afford this semester without loans. :)
This week I'm returning to the dorms. I'm looking forward to interior decorating the shit out of my room and living with my good friend Miranda. We've decided that she's going to be my housewife, since almost all of her classes are online. She'll cook us meals in the dorm kitchen, clean (maybe), and knit. When I get home from a long day of classes and work I'll take off my hat and jacket, set down my briefcase, and we'll talk about our days. Then we'll pop in an old Japanese film and relax together while we do our homework and eat the dinner that she cooked. I even have a pinstripe suit.
Oh, and by the way...
I am going to run out of yellow soon.
It's this website called thefuckingwordoftheday.com and it's a vocabulary builder...that swears. Here's yesterday's entry:
seriatim
August 24th, 2010
seriatim [sir-ee-AY-tim; -AT-im] adverb;
In a series; one after another.
Godbless the porno stars who still do gangbangs. That many cocks, seriatim, is likely to irritate the vagina.
They're making a calendar. This bring me joy.
In other news, my erratic, disapproving mother suddenly appeared back in my life two weeks ago and bought me a new laptop for school. This was completely unexpected, but I've learned that reason and my mother do not often walk together, so asking questions would be pointless. So I'm just going to sit back and enjoy my new laptop and my Windows 7 and the random food gifts and say "thank you, Mommy."
Oh, and I finally got word from the Imperial Court, and Empress Madeline gave me a 1000$ scholarship! Yippee, now I can just afford this semester without loans. :)
This week I'm returning to the dorms. I'm looking forward to interior decorating the shit out of my room and living with my good friend Miranda. We've decided that she's going to be my housewife, since almost all of her classes are online. She'll cook us meals in the dorm kitchen, clean (maybe), and knit. When I get home from a long day of classes and work I'll take off my hat and jacket, set down my briefcase, and we'll talk about our days. Then we'll pop in an old Japanese film and relax together while we do our homework and eat the dinner that she cooked. I even have a pinstripe suit.
Oh, and by the way...
I am going to run out of yellow soon.
Monday, August 2
The Tragic Events of September, Part One
Transcribed from "The Tragic Events of September - Part I" by Evelyn Evelyn
Listen to it here: http://evelynevelyn.bandcamp.com/
"Are you there, Evelyn?"
"Yes, of course I am. I'm always here. What's the matter, Evelyn?"
"I'm frightened. It's that time of year again, isn't it, Evelyn?"
"Yes, it is that time of year again, Evelyn."
"Tell me once more how it all happened, Evelyn."
"Hush now. We don't talk about that. Because it makes us sad, Evelyn."
"I won't be sad this time, I promise. Please? Tell me again about the tragic events of September, Evelyn..."
"The year is 1985. St. Elmo's Fire is at the top of the charts, the wreckage of the Titanic has just been discovered at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and on a small farm on the Kansas-Colorado border, a young mother is about to give birth."
"The local doctor has predicted twins, which gladdens the hearts of the woman and her husband, who could certainly use the extra help around the farm."
But the birth does not go well.
"The terrified father drives his screaming, hemorrhaging wife to the local clinic, a poorly funded facility housed in a converted air stream trailer. The residing physician is Dr. Charlie Von Kook, a local denture maker of dubious training with eccentric religious beliefs."
"The labor is long and painful, and Louisa Neville, a Mennonite girl who had given up a promising career as a legal assistant to join her first and only love on the run-down farm that was his only inheritance-"
May her soul rest forever in peace-
"-is pronounced dead by the doctor at 11:23 am on the eleventh day of September, precisely twelve minutes after the birth of her twin daughters."
"The girls are parapagus tripus dibrachius twins, conjoined at the side and sharing between them three legs, two arms, two hearts, three lungs, and a single liver."
"Without hesitating, Dr. Von Kook places the infants on the operating table. Muttering Biblical quotations of doubtful accuracy, the doctor leaves the trailer and returns with a gas-powered chainsaw. The noise is deafening in the small space as he starts the engine and prepares for the grisly operation."
"At this very moment, Sheriff Wilbur Owens, who had noticed the Neville's car parked outside the clinic, steps inside to see if he could be of assistance. Seeing the crazed doctor hovering above the newborns, the teeth of the chainsaw about to connect with their innocent flesh, the valiant sheriff draws his pistol and fires."
"As the bullet pierces his heart, Dr. Von Kook emits a cry and stumbles backwards."
"Samuel Neville, a timid, nervous man who wanted nothing more than a quiet country life with many children, is still in a state of shock over the death of his young wife, and the alarming physiology of his daughters when he is struck in the neck by the chainsaw blade."
Killing him instantly.
"Distraught, the good sheriff takes the infants to his car. He radios back to the station, where it is arranged for the twins to be admitted to the Bethany Center for Developmentally Disabled Youth in Topeka. Sheriff Owens decides to deliver the twins to the Bethany Center personally."
"Less than an hour into the drive, an oncoming truck swerves, crosses the median, and strikes the sheriff's car. The sheriff is thrown into the windshield, knocking him unconscious. he will die, thirty minutes later, from loss of blood."
"Meanwhile, the world has become a sea of feathers as the truck's cargo of live chickens, many among them now seriously injured or dead, spill into the road. A small awkward man limps out of the truck's cab and cautiously approaches the sheriff's vehicle."
"The man's eyes focus on the twin girls, calmly looking up at him from the back seat. Ignoring the dying sheriff, the truck driver lifts the infants into his arms and sets them in the cab of the damaged vehicle."
"He unhitches the trailer and climbs into the cab, abandoning the defenseless chickens to their grim fate on interstate 70."
"A smile forms on his lips as he puts his truck into gear and continues down the highway."
Listen to it here: http://evelynevelyn.bandcamp.com/
"Are you there, Evelyn?"
"Yes, of course I am. I'm always here. What's the matter, Evelyn?"
"I'm frightened. It's that time of year again, isn't it, Evelyn?"
"Yes, it is that time of year again, Evelyn."
"Tell me once more how it all happened, Evelyn."
"Hush now. We don't talk about that. Because it makes us sad, Evelyn."
"I won't be sad this time, I promise. Please? Tell me again about the tragic events of September, Evelyn..."
"The year is 1985. St. Elmo's Fire is at the top of the charts, the wreckage of the Titanic has just been discovered at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and on a small farm on the Kansas-Colorado border, a young mother is about to give birth."
"The local doctor has predicted twins, which gladdens the hearts of the woman and her husband, who could certainly use the extra help around the farm."
But the birth does not go well.
"The terrified father drives his screaming, hemorrhaging wife to the local clinic, a poorly funded facility housed in a converted air stream trailer. The residing physician is Dr. Charlie Von Kook, a local denture maker of dubious training with eccentric religious beliefs."
"The labor is long and painful, and Louisa Neville, a Mennonite girl who had given up a promising career as a legal assistant to join her first and only love on the run-down farm that was his only inheritance-"
May her soul rest forever in peace-
"-is pronounced dead by the doctor at 11:23 am on the eleventh day of September, precisely twelve minutes after the birth of her twin daughters."
"The girls are parapagus tripus dibrachius twins, conjoined at the side and sharing between them three legs, two arms, two hearts, three lungs, and a single liver."
"Without hesitating, Dr. Von Kook places the infants on the operating table. Muttering Biblical quotations of doubtful accuracy, the doctor leaves the trailer and returns with a gas-powered chainsaw. The noise is deafening in the small space as he starts the engine and prepares for the grisly operation."
"At this very moment, Sheriff Wilbur Owens, who had noticed the Neville's car parked outside the clinic, steps inside to see if he could be of assistance. Seeing the crazed doctor hovering above the newborns, the teeth of the chainsaw about to connect with their innocent flesh, the valiant sheriff draws his pistol and fires."
"As the bullet pierces his heart, Dr. Von Kook emits a cry and stumbles backwards."
"Samuel Neville, a timid, nervous man who wanted nothing more than a quiet country life with many children, is still in a state of shock over the death of his young wife, and the alarming physiology of his daughters when he is struck in the neck by the chainsaw blade."
Killing him instantly.
"Distraught, the good sheriff takes the infants to his car. He radios back to the station, where it is arranged for the twins to be admitted to the Bethany Center for Developmentally Disabled Youth in Topeka. Sheriff Owens decides to deliver the twins to the Bethany Center personally."
"Less than an hour into the drive, an oncoming truck swerves, crosses the median, and strikes the sheriff's car. The sheriff is thrown into the windshield, knocking him unconscious. he will die, thirty minutes later, from loss of blood."
"Meanwhile, the world has become a sea of feathers as the truck's cargo of live chickens, many among them now seriously injured or dead, spill into the road. A small awkward man limps out of the truck's cab and cautiously approaches the sheriff's vehicle."
"The man's eyes focus on the twin girls, calmly looking up at him from the back seat. Ignoring the dying sheriff, the truck driver lifts the infants into his arms and sets them in the cab of the damaged vehicle."
"He unhitches the trailer and climbs into the cab, abandoning the defenseless chickens to their grim fate on interstate 70."
"A smile forms on his lips as he puts his truck into gear and continues down the highway."
Oh, dear...
The things that happen late at night when you have internet, makeup, and peer pressure from strange friends.
When it started, my eyebrows were normal, by my standards anyway.
Bored, I decided to go with Marc's idea and be a super saiyan (anime character from the 90's)
And then the requests started coming in. Dylan wanted to see some eyebrows from a bizarre anime I'd never seen.
This is my customary silly phone greeting. At this point I received a photo comment: "You shaved your brows?"
Lastly, a theater friend named Sambit wanted alligators. So alligators I gave him.
Done! No more! It is my bed time, I have work to do in the morning, and my makeup brushes need a break. But this was a good exercise. Any requests for next time? I'm thinking kanji and ponies are on the list. ;)
When it started, my eyebrows were normal, by my standards anyway.
Bored, I decided to go with Marc's idea and be a super saiyan (anime character from the 90's)
And then the requests started coming in. Dylan wanted to see some eyebrows from a bizarre anime I'd never seen.
This is my customary silly phone greeting. At this point I received a photo comment: "You shaved your brows?"
Lastly, a theater friend named Sambit wanted alligators. So alligators I gave him.
Done! No more! It is my bed time, I have work to do in the morning, and my makeup brushes need a break. But this was a good exercise. Any requests for next time? I'm thinking kanji and ponies are on the list. ;)
Sunday, August 1
Hullo there.
Those of you who are my face-to-face friends - that is, those of you who are able to and cool enough to see me in person on a regular basis - and many of you who are on my facebook may have noticed something different about my face.
If you haven't, don't feel bad. You're not alone.
On July 20th, in celebration of Amanda Fucking Palmer's fantastic album release/webcast party/escape from evil record company/general awesomeness, I decided to be daring and do what I've been wanting to do for months now: shave off my eyebrows.
I wanted to draw on some fantastic AFP-tribute eyebrows (she has been shaving hers off for about ten years and frequently changes the style and design that she uses), so first I tried following a youtube tutorial on how to cover your eyebrows with makeup to draw them on. That didn't work, so I looked in the mirror, looked at my razor, shrugged, and did it before I could change my mind.
It took two seconds for my younger brother and sister to notice a difference when I walked into the living room. It took two days for my dad, a week for my older sister and stepmom, eight days for my boss... I thought having squiggly black eyeliner brows would be a startling difference from my old natural blonde ones, but it continues to amaze me how many people don't take notice until I say something. I came to work one day with NO eyebrows at all, and my boss didn't notice until I commented about them after my shift.
It makes me wonder how often we look at people without really seeing at them. Quick, name the eye colours of all of your family members. My brother's are brown; my mom's are brown, and my dad's eyes are...blue? Yes, blue; both of my sisters have dark eyes, brown probably, which I think they got from their mom.
Hmm.That took too long for comfort.
From now on I'm going to look, to make sure I really see things.
P.S.
Blame Marc for this.
スーパーサイヤ人！！！Kamehameha! (I'm super saiyan, yo.)
Those of you who are my face-to-face friends - that is, those of you who are able to and cool enough to see me in person on a regular basis - and many of you who are on my facebook may have noticed something different about my face.
If you haven't, don't feel bad. You're not alone.
On July 20th, in celebration of Amanda Fucking Palmer's fantastic album release/webcast party/escape from evil record company/general awesomeness, I decided to be daring and do what I've been wanting to do for months now: shave off my eyebrows.
I wanted to draw on some fantastic AFP-tribute eyebrows (she has been shaving hers off for about ten years and frequently changes the style and design that she uses), so first I tried following a youtube tutorial on how to cover your eyebrows with makeup to draw them on. That didn't work, so I looked in the mirror, looked at my razor, shrugged, and did it before I could change my mind.
It took two seconds for my younger brother and sister to notice a difference when I walked into the living room. It took two days for my dad, a week for my older sister and stepmom, eight days for my boss... I thought having squiggly black eyeliner brows would be a startling difference from my old natural blonde ones, but it continues to amaze me how many people don't take notice until I say something. I came to work one day with NO eyebrows at all, and my boss didn't notice until I commented about them after my shift.It makes me wonder how often we look at people without really seeing at them. Quick, name the eye colours of all of your family members. My brother's are brown; my mom's are brown, and my dad's eyes are...blue? Yes, blue; both of my sisters have dark eyes, brown probably, which I think they got from their mom.
Hmm.That took too long for comfort.
From now on I'm going to look, to make sure I really see things.
P.S.
Blame Marc for this.
スーパーサイヤ人！！！Kamehameha! (I'm super saiyan, yo.)Thursday, July 29
Music Dump
Hello blog, long time no see. (again)
I've been discovering a lot of really amazing, off-the-beaten-path musicians lately that I had to brag about somewhere.
First of all, Sxip Shirey, a friend of Amanda Fucking Palmer's who opened for Evelyn Evelyn during their tour, just released a new album. The first two tracks were all I needed to convince me to by the album. It's so abstract and surreal and amazing. Sleeping to it tonight should create some interesting results. You can listen to the whole thing streaming here before you buy: http://sxip.bandcamp.com/
Jason Webley, another amazing musician-friend of Amanda Palmer (sensing a theme here?) is excellent. I'd always assumed he was good but now that I'm really listening to his music I find it's hard to stop. He's here: http://jasonwebley.bandcamp.com/album/only-just-beginning
And I recommend looking up the youtube video of him and Amanda Palmer playing a duet of "Icarus." It's probably my favourite thing ever.
Prince Poppycock, if you don't watch America's Got Talent (which I won't hold against you), is an amazing opera singer slash androgynous drag queen. He's easily the most fabulous person I've ever seen. I didn't find him through Amanda Palmer, but while researching him I did find out that he once opened for the Dresden Dolls. If only I could go back in time to that night. :( I started watching AGT just so I could vote the maximum thirty times a night for him. If you ignore all the links I'm posting here, please at least watch this video:
One last one for you. Kim Boekbinder, who used to do a fantastic sister act called "Vermilion Lies" with her sister Zoey, is releasing her solo album soon. It's a bit confusing how it all works (at some point I'm supposed to be receiving a limited Molly Crabapple-designed T-shirt, but the album release date keeps changing), but she's a very good musician, so hopefully it'll be worth the wait. :) You should listen to the Vermilion Lies song "Global Warming;" it makes me smile every time I hear it. Here's her web site: http://www.theimpossiblegirl.com/
Oh, and yes, I heard about her through good ol' AFP. They've toured together a few times and I have a poster.
School starts in just over a month, and if I don't get the scholarship I'm hoping for I'll be taking out a loan so I can buy myself an affordable but powerful laptop. Cross your fingers for me!
I've been discovering a lot of really amazing, off-the-beaten-path musicians lately that I had to brag about somewhere.
First of all, Sxip Shirey, a friend of Amanda Fucking Palmer's who opened for Evelyn Evelyn during their tour, just released a new album. The first two tracks were all I needed to convince me to by the album. It's so abstract and surreal and amazing. Sleeping to it tonight should create some interesting results. You can listen to the whole thing streaming here before you buy: http://sxip.bandcamp.com/
Jason Webley, another amazing musician-friend of Amanda Palmer (sensing a theme here?) is excellent. I'd always assumed he was good but now that I'm really listening to his music I find it's hard to stop. He's here: http://jasonwebley.bandcamp.com/album/only-just-beginning
And I recommend looking up the youtube video of him and Amanda Palmer playing a duet of "Icarus." It's probably my favourite thing ever.
Prince Poppycock, if you don't watch America's Got Talent (which I won't hold against you), is an amazing opera singer slash androgynous drag queen. He's easily the most fabulous person I've ever seen. I didn't find him through Amanda Palmer, but while researching him I did find out that he once opened for the Dresden Dolls. If only I could go back in time to that night. :( I started watching AGT just so I could vote the maximum thirty times a night for him. If you ignore all the links I'm posting here, please at least watch this video:
One last one for you. Kim Boekbinder, who used to do a fantastic sister act called "Vermilion Lies" with her sister Zoey, is releasing her solo album soon. It's a bit confusing how it all works (at some point I'm supposed to be receiving a limited Molly Crabapple-designed T-shirt, but the album release date keeps changing), but she's a very good musician, so hopefully it'll be worth the wait. :) You should listen to the Vermilion Lies song "Global Warming;" it makes me smile every time I hear it. Here's her web site: http://www.theimpossiblegirl.com/
Oh, and yes, I heard about her through good ol' AFP. They've toured together a few times and I have a poster.
School starts in just over a month, and if I don't get the scholarship I'm hoping for I'll be taking out a loan so I can buy myself an affordable but powerful laptop. Cross your fingers for me!
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