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I was lucky enough to spend last week on vacation. Oh, Yes. Memorial day was spent in Vermont with my Wonderful Family... and the rest of the week was spent in Texas visiting with fantastically brilliant friends. It was such a pleasure to sit with our legs in the water while i quizzed jenny on the Hahn-Banach extension theorem, or the Contraction mapping theorem or whatever. Some dope approached us (we are stunning, i have to admit) and asked, "Is that m-a-t-h?" Oh, what a Loser. It's frightening how many men have flaunted their ignorance while trying to hit on women as brilliant as we. Sorry to suprise ya'll, but remarks like "I was lost after exponents" are not attractive. The next time you approach one of us, try stressing your strong points, for christsake.
I have begun down the road to being smoke free. Begun? Doesn't seem like the right word. Anyway, I made up a little plan that will gradually cut down my intake of smoke such that I will be smoking 1 a day at the end of August. You know what that means... Smoke Free by age 25. Good God that sounds old. Was I supposed to do something by now? maybe I should go ahead and buy that condo. adopt that child. sell that coke.
Well I'm sun burned and chlorine enhanced from my week off. I need to keep it up. Sunning, swimming, drinking, and the all important "et cetera" which is a fundamental part of my existence but beyond the scope of a public ramble.
It was my first time in the tri-state area. I was not prepared. All the zillions of times that i was stopped out in the southwest, I was ready. I brought myself to the edge of tears, and played to the cop as though I was scared silly. And it got me out of most tickets. {smile}
But this was near NYC, in the morning rush hour, and when the bastard pulled me over, my response was to feel pissed off and unfairly inconvenienced. I almost spit at him. Somehow he did refrain from ticketting me. I guess in NY you don't need to kiss their butts, you just need to stop yourself from spitting on them.
What was I going to say? Something about driving, for old times sake. Oh-- you'll like this. You? What am I doing, composing a letter? Damn. Anyway, I got into an accident. I cant rightly say whose fault it was. I generally think Other Drivers are idiots, but on the other hand.. I like a to take responsibility for every situation I am in. Sure. Anyway my brother was a witness, and he said I was Not To Blame.
Not to Blame ---do people usually feel better when they are Not to blame? The blaming has little to do with the outcome of events, or rather how you deal with them. Oh this is frightfully dull.
Forgive me.
Just a bad week. And I can't ramble about it.
My friend put a link to Me on his web page... and he refers to me as "A girl I knew for 2 weeks." That is a bit of an exageration. Did I spell that right? I wonder why he wrote 2 weeks. Allow me to fix things. Actually... I suppose it's better Not to write about the boys and girls you meet along the road of life. Good point, Evan. His web page is www.whitman.edu/something i cant figure out the hypertext from this damn vi editor. I'll put him on my friends page later. OH! I also found a page of my aunt delores leckey! If only I could put a link! The frustration is AGONY!
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I'm just saying... my throat is a bit swollen. a bit closed up. The air is
quite thick in here. Hopefully that will change. Okay that should about do it. The first ramble is out of the way.
ahem.
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