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Stolen from all of you.
January: ... back home after an absolutely great time with... well, with my second family, I guess.
February: Yay, finally managed to reach my doctor: whatever it is, it's not the thyroid glands, they are perfectly alright.
March: Yay for Fridays.
April: I hate computers.
May: Sometimes I feel that everything has just gone too loud around me.
June: The lack of humour of my people has often been criticised.
July: Do you see my icon?
August: Am currently messing up one of my term papers.
September: Friends seen: 90%
October: I am proud of myself... Because I have cleaned the windows in our flat.
November: Life sucks. Fine, only the weather sucks. It is pouring.
December: I have the very evil I swore myself in my childish, idealistic days of lazy feminism I was never to become: dun-dun-DUN: a housewife.
Boy, does anyone else notice the whining-tendency there? Not that my life was that bad or anything, must be me who's whiny. So, off to chatting with Aix, Musey and Crocky, being called names (Pygmypuffbeing. Need I say more?) - well and cooking, later on. Chinese vegetable stir fry. Yum.
And reading, Ptolemy's Gate.
January: ... back home after an absolutely great time with... well, with my second family, I guess.
February: Yay, finally managed to reach my doctor: whatever it is, it's not the thyroid glands, they are perfectly alright.
March: Yay for Fridays.
April: I hate computers.
May: Sometimes I feel that everything has just gone too loud around me.
June: The lack of humour of my people has often been criticised.
July: Do you see my icon?
August: Am currently messing up one of my term papers.
September: Friends seen: 90%
October: I am proud of myself... Because I have cleaned the windows in our flat.
November: Life sucks. Fine, only the weather sucks. It is pouring.
December: I have the very evil I swore myself in my childish, idealistic days of lazy feminism I was never to become: dun-dun-DUN: a housewife.
Boy, does anyone else notice the whining-tendency there? Not that my life was that bad or anything, must be me who's whiny. So, off to chatting with Aix, Musey and Crocky, being called names (Pygmypuffbeing. Need I say more?) - well and cooking, later on. Chinese vegetable stir fry. Yum.
And reading, Ptolemy's Gate.
