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| Oh yes. First accident of my life. See it happen: [CLiCk]
The girl (coincidentally named Susan as well...which is probably why she sucks at driving) had to go ahead and cry and make it look like it's my fault (which it probably was...partially). Pointing out her bleeding pinky finger and all. IN YO FACE, pinky steal-my-name girl, chug your ticket.
PoPos always like me better (which is why it's her fault), how else do you think I got out of 9420928 (out of 9420930, I stand corrected) gajillion tickets, huh?
"and I was like *shake* I dont' know, mr police officer...i was just trying to pull out...and this gentleman here stopped to let me go...and she...*stutter* came out of no where...and I think she hit me..... I....I....I don't know..I....."
Special thanks to Newmie for inspiring me to draw a moving picture. yay!
[[ Oh and- Physically, at least, I am okay. Regardless of the good humor (now), it was pretty traumatic actually. If you ask Michellie (I was on my way to do her prom hair), I was hysterically shaking and crying (ahem..."tearing") when it happened. And because Howie had an accident a month ago, we now only have one car (the beloved-but-incapable-of-fitting-people sc). The little times I am allowed to drive (which is never), I avoid highways and take local roads... and everytime I'm at an intersection, flashes of the accident always make me feel like another car is gunna hit me again- even when someone else is driving. It's ridiculous. ugh. blah. sigh. ]]
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Quick Update:
So the eye leprosy is gone, and now I just have a horrible cold. The life in which I lead is so hard.
But thanks to beautiful-big-eyed, half-of-Chinese-is-sexy Jeff,
I now know how to laugh again (rest assured that green boogies blubber
right out and drool all over my computer screen... every single time.)
hahahahahahar! Don't ask me why we're all in a dress, there seem to
be no straight men on campus. But hey Jeff, thanks for making Colgate a
better place.
You rock my socks...  . (But I still hate you... Taiwanese women what?!)
harhahrhar, get it get it? Rock? Rule? Ruler? ...har har?
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I have leprosy.
kinda.
I finally understand what lepers in the New Testament times had to go
through. Oh, the social isolation and psychological depression! The
emptiness! How one touch from the Lord would've meant oh so much! How
my world would change with just one hint of acceptance! of
understanding! of compassion! ...Oh, even of mere pity...please, it's
all I need!
What a drama queen. haha.
...I have conjunctivitis; or what I'd like to call *and fierce drumroll please* leprosy of the eye. (or "my eye is having its period" hahaha)
Case in point: I woke up this morning and looked like someone (ahem* brian lee) punched me in the face (complete with upside down fobby peace signs, of course). 
oh what is it? You want a closer view of the eye and the green pus it likes to emit ? OH yes?
And they say the eye is the window to the soul.... 
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Personal Update (because I miss you guys and because I suck at keeping in touch) :
The fam is moving back to Taiwan this summer. June, to be exact. Our
house is sold, and the cars will be as well... oh, just when I was
about to master the American tongue and culture, here we go again.
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Kelly and I sat in our room and giggled our hearts away::
The following originally appeared as winners of a
"Worst Analogies ever written in a High School Essay Contest"
in the Washington Post Style Invitational"
- Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. Chuck Smith, Woodbridge
- He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like
a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without
one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the
country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at
a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
Joseph Romm, Washington
- She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that
used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you
banged the door open again.
Rich Murphy, Fairfax Station
- The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a
bowling ball wouldn't.
Russell Beland, Springfield
- McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag
filled with vegetable soup.
Paul Sabourin, Silver Spring
- From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an
eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another
city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Roy
Ashley, Washington
- Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the
center.
Russell Beland, Springfield
- Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access
T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung
by mistake
Ken Krattenmaker, Landover Hills
- Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
Unknown
- He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
Jack Bross, Chevy
Chase
- The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when
you fry them in hot grease.
Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring
- Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a
movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like
"Second Tall Man."
Russell Beland, Springfield
- Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced
across the grassy field toward each other like two freight
trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55
mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
Jennifer Hart, Arlington
- The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the
Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
Wayne Goode, Madison, Ala.
- They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences
that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth
Paul Kocak, Syracuse, N.Y.
- John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who
had also never met.
Russell Beland, Springfield
- The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin
sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a
play.
Barbara Fetherolf, Alexandria
- His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances
like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
Chuck Smith,
Woodbridge
- The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.
Unknown
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The great thing about having the grandparents over and sharing a bathroom with them:
Because it's a "great waste of water (and therefore money)", they refuse to flush the toilet when it's only number one.
So come visit my bathroom!
Besides the pale yellow tint of the bowl,
there's a bucket of water next to my toilet and a small cooking pot in
it... come and learn the wonderous ways of the icky manual-flush!
EDIT:
Agh! So sometimes a whole bunch of water droplets would end up on the
toilet seat from the manual flushing... and I never cease to totally, utterly
miss it.
I ALWAYS END UP SITTING ON WET TOILET SEATS, do you know how nastay
that is? It reminds me of the times when howie and I used to share a
bathroom...and this would always happen... but with, like, real pee,
and like, real poo juice.
like totally, utterly ewww.
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Jersey. I. Excite.
It's about time I stopped hunting down toilets at wee hours of the
early morn' just so the animal growing inside of me can be released in the comfort
of opulent privacy.
Seriously.
That, plus, I can finally pee in the shower!
ok, FINE! It's not that I don't do it here...in fact, it is actually quite the guilty pleasure... but I no longer have to fake
scrubbing sounds to cover it up; I can finally let it out in all it's transcendental majesty!
[Sorry Katlin, haha. You know Colgate people aren't supposed to read
this stuff!... I'm like, half-kidding, I promise!]
It's been awhile since my infamously outrageous dirty-gross-bathroom-not-so-funny-humour
posts (the boyfriend never liked them much), but I must say-
Everytime I pee in the shower, I think about how intricately God designed
our insulating inside layers.
I mean, da wahwah's so much hottah den da showah
wahtah!
It's like....whoa. hold on there brothah,
I go like... WHOA.
(Please pray for
diligence as the just God knows that I deserve all the punishment I can
get for being such a huge bum of a procrastinator and perfectionist, all at the sametime.
I haven't slept since, essentially... Sunday.
No? Doesn't show? Oh, how pleasant! I'm still sleeping for a whole week when I get back. Hollah' )
And no, I don't know what whawha is.
And yes, I know that half my adjectives are absurdly used.
shachamouf.
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