. . . . . entries for 28.2.07 . . . . .
| Colorful and Sexy |
 Confident and outrageous, you have the personality to wear a dress that really turns heads. |
. . . oh? xD
Noted by Ellen:
"Attention to health is life's greatest hindrance." - Plato
"Plato was a bore." - Friedrich Nietzsche
"Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal." - Leo Tolstoy
"I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy." - Ernest Hemingway
"Hemingway was a jerk." - Harold Robbins
ARG
| You Are a Smart American |
 You know a lot about US history, and you're opinions are probably well informed. Congratulations on bucking stereotypes. Now go show some foreigners how smart Americans can be. |
IMPROPER GRAMMAR IN THE SMART RESULT
THIS COUNTRY IS RIDICULOUS
Fed Challenge orientation wasn't thrilling as such - lots of powerpoint presentations. New York was an interesting place to be today, though. If you saw an economist in a bright pink tie on the news this evening, you saw Mr. Malin, who is a professor at NYU (we think?) and a rather engaging speaker - even if he is just delivering a powerpoint. :P
The incidentals - trains, lunch, strolling around Manhattan, stopping by Ground Zero - were all pretty good. I am slightly sulky because I didn't get to inform the team of the alternative hypothesis of the buildings collapsing, but I suppose most people brush off conspiracy theories, even if they do seem disconcertingly irrefutable.
Adam used the word "arduous" in regular conversation. Who does that?
Anyway. I am tired, and I have homework, which sucks. I do not want to do homework. I want to sleep, and cuddle, and revel in the fact that I am no longer walking around New York City. But there is physics and stat and German to be done. And life is cruel.
. . . . . entries for 27.2.07 . . . . .
So. Federal Reserve tomorrow. Very exciting. Waking up at 4:30. Hm.
Good thing I'm FREAKING TIRED.
. . . . . entries for 26.2.07 . . . . .
There is no W in Cornell University College of Agriculture and Life Science.
(Read: I got in. Perplexingly.)
. . . . . entries for 25.2.07 . . . . .
| You Are a Red Velvet Cake |
 Rich, decadent, and sensual. You have a deep appeal that transcends all trends. You are the definition of passion: intense, adventurous, and seductive. |
You know what that makes me? That makes me a SEXY CAKE. That's right.
My physics buddies know what to do.
SOMETIMES
I THINK THE ENTIRE INTERNET
IS JUST THIS ONE QUIZ
OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
| Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ENFP) |
 Your personality type is enthusiastic, giving, cautious, and loyal. Only about 8% of all people have your personality, including 9% of all women and 6% of all men You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving. |
. . . well. Evidently I'm extroverted and perceiving today. Charming. xD
If you liked Gogol Bordello, you probably still do, and you will probably find this pretty awesome.
And instead of working on polisci journals, Erin applies for another scholarship. Is it good? Is it bad? Is it indifferent? There is no right answer. It just is.
Which music genres don't have big butt songs?
Speaking of midnight: in the next 24 hours, I must write 7 news journals from the past two and a half weeks, or sincerely wish death upon myself when Sharkey announces he's collecting them on, oh, Thursday or so. :P If you see me online or whatnot, bother me about it. I will require motivation.
Well that's weird. It got to be midnight rather quickly.
. . . . . entries for 24.2.07 . . . . .
Well, Frank and Max found out about my pre-English Language jargon today. xD Apparently it's cute.
"I was also terrified of fire," said the Erin.
"Wait. You aren't anymore, are you?" asked the Frank, clearly concerned.
"No."
"Good."
"Yeah, that could cause some problems in your relationship," remarked the Max.
Oh, my pyro boys. :P
Mmmm. Chocolate.
. . . . . entries for 23.2.07 . . . . .
I think I need to knock it off with the blogthings. o.O
Hm.
| Your Gemstone is Topaz |
 Comforting, considerate, and stable. You are down to earth and grounded. |
Not so sure about that one. :P
Econ overload. Just a little. o.O
Pffft! Okay. I find this profoundly amusing.
| Your Ex is Histrionic |
 Your ex is hot and cold - a total drama queen or king. Your ex can't survive without tons of dramatics, attention, and approval. People with histrionic personality disorder are inappropriately seductive, prone to rapid mood swings, and rash decision makers. Sound at all familiar? |
So then I approximated from "my ex"'s point of view about me.
| Your Ex Is Paranoid |
 Whether your ex was accusing you of cheating or your friends of being evil... Your ex definitely saw things that weren't there! People with paranoid personality disorder bear grudges, are always suspicious, and confide in no one. Sound at all familiar? |
Har har. xD
Okay. Big freaking bruise. Out of nowhere. The blood loss. I cannot afford this blood loss. Grr.
. . . . . entries for 22.2.07 . . . . .
My boyfriend is not normal.
A normal boy would not do that because a friend mentioned air resistance, or just because he was bored. :P
It smells like cookies. My mom is not making cookies. I am confused.
Pick a line/speech/scene from Hamlet and rewrite it with snakes.
| What Your Hands Say About You |
 You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills. Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you. Brainy and intelligent, you are intellectual to the point of being incomprehensible. Your emotions tend to be well though out. You're willing to wait out a bad situation, and you're never too quick to act. |
I came. I saw. I acquired sexy underwear. (And conquered, maybe. A little.)
Susan: remind me to give you gas money and buy musical tickets!
Lingerie shopping with Susan? Yes.
Well, that was an impressively weird dream.
. . . . . entries for 21.2.07 . . . . .
A study in Erin's personality, and its change over time: approximately one year ago, I took a quiz on D&D alignment, and got the result in this post.
Just now, I took the same quiz again, and got this:
You scored as Neutral Good. A Neutral Good person tries to do the 'goodest' thing possible. These people are willing to work with the law to accomplish their goal, but if the law is corrupt they are just as willing to tear it down. To these people, doing what's right is the most important thing, regardless of rules, customs, or laws.
What is your Alignment? created with QuizFarm.com |
In the post I linked to above, I said I'd taken the quiz yet another time before that one. I wonder what I got then.
Dungeon was good today! Much roleplaying. Which you'd think would be the usual course of events, but actually. . . not so much. Hm.
But yes. Good. :)
. . . . . entries for 20.2.07 . . . . .
Dear God Almighty, this guy is amazing.
On an unrelated note: I apparently have a secret admirer on Gaia? o.O
Zomg, NCIS made me crazy tonight. CRAZY. I don't usually give a damn about TV, but AAAAAH.
Veronica Ripson wants to come to Niskayuna.
Hm. . . how shall it be done?
. . . . . entries for 19.2.07 . . . . .
| You Are 27% Homophobic |
 You don't want to be homophobic, and you're usually not. You have a few stereotypes about gay people - and they'll eventually be broken. |
I think I was vaguely surprised at this high of a result, but I suppose it's right. :P
A desk-hiding fortune: "Life is not a problem to be solved but rather a mystery to be lived."
A point of pleasant surprise: when one cleans, one finds things. Like The Brown Sweater, and The Mrrh? Valentine.
From a year ago. Jesus. Really a year ago? I can't believe it.
A point of extreme amusement: I am still the mayor of Charlie's pants.
"Pick a field. Plant yourself. Grow."
This might end up being my slogan for why bright young people should work for the Federal Government. :P
Today will be productive. I swear. There will be room-cleaning! There will be scholarship applications! There will be. . . other stuff!
As soon as I finish eating this curried chicken. :P
. . . . . entries for 18.2.07 . . . . .
| You Are Not Destined to Rule the World |
 You are destined for something else... Like inventing a new type of cupcake. You just don't have the stomach for brutality. But watch out - because many people do! |
Okay. Fine. Expected. But what the hell is up with that picture? o.O
You know your boyfriend is wonderful when he makes a Rosencrantz and Guildenstern reference and promptly turns it into something adorably romantic.
(Well. I don't know if *you* know. But I do.)
<3
The more I listen to Even Gods Do from the Neil Gaiman soundtrack, the more I looooove it.
Good day, all in all. Passably productive, passably pleasant for the most part.
:)
Correction: my mother absolutely flipped the hell out at the mention of people making faces at me over the shoulder of my Princeton interviewer. Like, seriously flipped out. I am bad at taking a joke, but not as bad as she is, apparently. So if you must show up at Starbucks, at least wait until three or so.
Or until I call you. Or whatever.
o.O Jesus.
| You Are 61% Sexy |
 Your Sex Appeal Is: Extremely High You're very sexy. You just have that certain something that takes over a room. You know how to attract, entice, and keep whoever you want. You are truly appealing. |
Shut up, blogthings. Can't you see I have a failing percentage? GOSH. The comments on this quiz are way inflated compared to the cold, hard numbers. :P
Princeton interview today at Starbucks at 2. I know there are at least three people already thinking about going there to a) hang out with me afterwards and/or b) make faces at me while I am trying to make a good, scholarly impression on my interviewer, so please, don't hesitate to join the party.
I could be *really* ridiculous and wear orange and black. I don't think I'm quite to that level yet, though. Not quite.
. . . . . entries for 17.2.07 . . . . .
BIRTHDAY!? OF THE BURKES!? WHO ARE NOW LEGAL ADULTS!?
How weird is that?
. . . . . entries for 16.2.07 . . . . .
My cousin Evan directed me to this. It's long, but if you have some free time, watch it. It's worth it.
Syllogism the first: I felt [insert impossibly extreme adjective for "godawful" here] earlier. I ate copious amounts of Barilla Plus penne, and now feel somewhat better. Conclusion: Barilla Plus is fucking amazing, especially accompanied by rosemary-pink peppercorn olive oil.
Which I already knew, but you might not've.
Today, I feel repulsive. Absolutely, thoroughly awful. I want to be everything that I'm not, and everything that I am is worthless. In other words: a very typical moody teenaged girl day. I despise them.
Particularly, I hate my body. I hate my body a lot. I hate my lethargy. And I want to destroy things. And cry. And do nothing at all.
Arg.
Well. Happy February break, everyone.
. . . . . entries for 15.2.07 . . . . .
Ideally, I wouldn't be the type of straight-A student who forgets about things until less than 24 hours before they're due (or sort of vaguely due because of logistical balderdash).
Oh boy oh boy. Religious discussion/debate/fruitless argument on facebook. Ex-freaking-citing.
| Your Brain is Blue |
 Of all the brain types, yours is the most mellow. You tend to be in a meditative state most of the time. You don't try to think away your troubles. Your thoughts are realistic, fresh, and honest. You truly see things as how they are. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about your friends, your surroundings, and your life. |
Bah. Bah to my blue brain.
- also, I am repulsively awake for 7 AM on a snowday. Repulsively. And I was awake at like 5:30, too, and I was awake then. It was damn hard to go back to dozing, and my dreams were abjectly bizarre, but much more linear and storylike than they typically are.
Friday will be the biggest waste of everyone's time ever. I mean, think about it. School after two consecutive snowdays and before vacation? No one will be paying any attention whatsoever.
Bring it on. :P
. . . . . entries for 14.2.07 . . . . .
This is quite something.
I wish I didn't think I was going to end today feeling quietly angry and paranoid. It's a bad day for it.
| You Are a Mac |
 You are creative, stylish, and super trendy. You demand the best - even if it costs an arm and a leg. |
Yup.
Today, I was terribly, extraordinarily lazy. Really no good at all.
It is conceivable that we will have a delay tomorrow.
. . . . . entries for 13.2.07 . . . . .
Dear Niskayuna School District:
With all its hopes, dreams, promises and urbal renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. (Also, we're getting a freaking foot of snow tomorrow.)
GIVE UP.
Divine exhaustion is fast becoming a frequent and favorite mood.
Okay. So. The last twenty-four hours (give or take) have been interesting.
Yesterday, I made myself abstain from napping. Ironically, yesterday was the day that this little study hit the media. Regardless: in order to stave off sleepiness, I went on a walk on the bike path and froze my fingers, and muchly enjoyed bopping to good walkin' tunes on my iPod. There is (or was) black ice on the bike path. Paying attention was critical.
I made hot cocoa when I got home, which was excellent. Naturally.
Anyway. I slept. Not enough, but then, I never do. Woke up, went to school. Mostly unremarkable day at school - Herr Carosella gave me a scholarship application, though, and I should do that. I should research that. I don't actually know what it's for. :P All day, the buzz was of tomorrow, and of school, or the very plausible lack thereof. Dear God, I need sleep. I would like a snow day.
Got home. Had maybe fifteen minutes before my mom got home and whisked me off to St. Peter's, where I had my U of Chicago interview. My interviewer was a really nifty pathologist. His office was stacked with innumerable slidemounts of tissue samples, arranged in a chaotic-yet-organized sort of way. The walls were covered in his own abstract paintings, tribal artifacts, assorted abaci, and - most of all - military history stuff. He seemed to get the impression that I would do exceptionally well at the University, and said he would write a good recommendation, and I quote - "if you don't get in, it won't be my fault."
Drove back to Niskayuna in rush hour, ate at Friendly's, went to the econ meeting. Sive was exasperated with me for forgetting everything I ever knew about economics. But I remember now. So all's well. Looks like we have adequate participation to actually do the competition, although I am still dubious, as neither Adam nor Melissa have shown any real signs of commitment yet. And I wish he'd let Max join in. Oh well.
Anyway. Got a ride home with Caitlin Horgan, promised I would never subject her to such torture again, and was intrigued to see a vaguely familiar-looking blue Civic in my driveway. Walked in, encountered very familiar white sneakers in the mudroom, and was pleasantly surprised by one Frank Ferraro, in my house with a single rose of my favorite variety and a Valentine's Day card written in Spanish (to counter mine, written in German). He is still sniffly, and he froze his hands thoroughly to drive over here and back, and he is wonderful, and I love him.
:)
. . . . . entries for 12.2.07 . . . . .
I finally gave in and poked about on Wikipedia during lunch today. I looked up Odin, and variants thereof. I like him. I like him a lot. His name is derived from a word which appears to have originated from something involving spiritual excitement, and has diverged into two separate meanings: fury, madness, violence, bloodlust, et cetera, and. . . poetry. Tell me how wonderful that is for Odin. Come on. You know it's fantastic.
I like Odin. :D
So I just took a half hour-ish walk on the bike path. My cheeks and legs (note well: denim is a sucky insulator) are thawing as I type.
I have damn little homework this evening, and what damn little I've got is physics. Very exciting. It'll totally get done before five tomorrow morning. Totally.
So how about that snow day on Wednesday?
. . . . . entries for 11.2.07 . . . . .
These Triscuits mean to murder me.
"If Samuelson’s book has one take-home message, it’s that societies must promote economic growth now and for all time. With growth, we are all better off. Without growth, we cannot afford to help the poor or to clean up the environment. We must get richer by pumping more oil, mining more ore, chopping more trees, consuming more widgets, so that we have new wealth to tackle climate change from burning more oil, to restore habitat damaged by logging, to help people displaced and poisoned by mining, to dispose of broken widgets. Welcome to the growth treadmill."
I think you should all take a look at this.
. . . . . entries for 10.2.07 . . . . .
Pan's Labyrinth was just as awesome as all my dear friends and movie critics made it sound. If you haven't seen it, do so ASAP.
| You Can Change Your Life... With the Right Tools |
 The problem is, you don't know where to begin when it comes to change. And you're likely to backslide the moment things start getting tough. This isn't because you're a bad person, you just need more support and encouragement. Take things slowly, change a little at a time, and don't beat yourself up if you slip. |
Got two letters today, one reminding me yet again that I'm a National Merit Finalist, the other informing me that I'm not a Thomas Wolfe Scholarship finalist, which is fine. I think it is something with the W's; observe the precedent of United World College. If (by some strange stroke of luck) I get into and go to Princeton, I will almost certainly not get into the Woodrow Wilson school, because it has not one but THREE W's in it.
Even without the scholarship, UNC Chapel Hill is the least expensive school I've applied to. :P I think I'd take a certain amount of pleasure in going there and discovering the Thomas Wolfe scholar who beat me out, not to exact terrible revenge so much as to learn what sort of personality has the kind of writing portfolio the English Department folks are looking for. It could be highly informative, a testament to human nature. Or something.
Egads, I have a lot to do this weekend.
. . . . . entries for 9.2.07 . . . . .
I tested INFJ today. Just goes to show, I'm basically a generic idealist. :P
Also: my blogger dashboard is now on the adminstrative custom list of sites Sonicwall will not let people access from school computers. Go me. xD
But really - tell me this time. Why do people post pictures of themselves doing illegal shit on myspace and facebook? :P
. . . . . entries for 8.2.07 . . . . .
For reference purposes, here are the rules to the game of Questions.
1. No statements.
2. No repititions.
3. No grunts.
4. No synonyms.
5. No rhetoric.
6. No non sequiturs.
If you don't get why this is hilarious, don't ask.
| The Candy Heart You Should Give Is: |
 To: Frank From: Erin |
That is, in fact, my original result, returned to after a good deal of refreshing. Candy hearts, when looked at singularly, look sort of. . . morbid. As if the message has been stamped out in blood.
So yeah. Happy almost Valentine's Day. :P
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead is quite something. Better performed, though - it's too overt to be appreciated through reading. But read I must, and I've had worse reading.
There is a mouse somewhere. I can hear it.
Also: I'm apparently a National Merit Finalist. This is not actually that exciting, as there are damn few semifinalists-but-not-finalists in the world. :P
Well, if this isn't the winter of our bloody discontent, I don't know what is.
. . . . . entries for 7.2.07 . . . . .
Waiting. Waiting is strange. It can be magnificent, better than what you're waiting for, or it can be miserable and stifling. There is too much of waiting.
Oh boy. Our econ team is committed. Committed to activities that aren't the econ team. Blast them.
POLSCI IS TAKING OVER MY LIFE.
Okay. So I refreshed this because I am really not all that nervy (I originally had Earthy, Radical, Intense, Nervy), and this is actually sort of right:
| What Erin Means |
E is for Earthy R is for Relaxing I is for Impassioned N is for Nutty |
Hunger and sleepiness overwhelm ennui in a battle of life and death!
. . . . . entries for 6.2.07 . . . . .
Ennui rears its gray-skinned head.
I need something that isn't school five days a week.
I like the word "why." Not just because of its meaning - because then I'd like cur and warum as well, and I don't as much - but because it has such a great phonetic sound. It can be tempered soft or breathed out loud and emphatic. Why is a great word.
I fail at not-napping.
| Your Waist to Hip Ratio is 0.9 |
 You are quite curvy. Most clothes look great on you. |
Yeah. Maybe a little. :P
I shall not sleep. Instead, I shall think upon what I will wear tomorrow, and practice the poem, and damn it, so sleepy. :(
I first saw this a while ago, and I continue to find it awesome. :P
Well, I survived today. I think I underscored myself by a lot on the goofy math competition, but that's not entirely surprising. Physics went fine, and I can make up my polisci balderdash tonight.
And tomorrow, I am John Donne. Rawr.
Ironic: the five news journals I wrote last night are effectually work ahead, since I'll be at the goofy AMC thing during polisci. Not that I'll do well, because I'm tired from staying up to write news journals.
And physics quiz.
BUGGER.
. . . . . entries for 5.2.07 . . . . .
WHY DO I LIKE RADIOHEAD SO MUCH LATELY?
So far, I have collected five votes on the ideal mode of dress for my poetry recital: three for "nothing" and two for "something black and slinky with a conspicuous red accessory." Any other thoughts? :P
SO MANY POLSCI JOURNALS TONIGHT.
ERIN'S HEAD ASPLODE.
Speaking of asploding - physics quiz tomorrow. Bugger all.
Were I a responsible human being, I would put the next hour to good use by working on polisci journals. Am I reasonable today? I cannot say.
. . . . . entries for 4.2.07 . . . . .
Mark but this flea, and mark in this
How little that which thou deniest me is. . .
Appallingly: I have at least seventeen pairs of shoes. o.O I'm probably still forgetting some, too.
I'm such a girl.
So this is what I intended to blog before Blogoogle went all "OMG UPGRADE" on my ass:
| Your Love Type: INFP |
 The Idealist In love, you crave a long term, harmonious relationship. For you, sex doesn't come quickly - it takes time for you to open up. Overall, you are supportive, nurturing, and expressive. However, you tend to be shy and protective of your personal space. Best matches: ENFJ and ESFJ |
Maybe. :P
I am posting from the new, Googlefied Blogger! How exciting.
I worry that Google will take over the Internet soon. :P
Oh, family.
. . . . . entries for 3.2.07 . . . . .
Scottish folds are the real reason I'm still alive.
OMG cute.
As Ellen says: this is my cat.
I miss my own kind.
Today is a Family Day Out. Oh boy.
Pan's Labyrinth tonight, perhaps?
. . . so what if I took a ridiculous amount of bloggable quizzes in the past few hours? I hadn't taken any in DAYS. :P Don't look at me like that.
. . . . . entries for 2.2.07 . . . . .
PFFFFT!
| You Follow Your Head |
 You're rational, collected, and logical. Generally, it takes you quite a while to fall in love. In fact, you've even been accused of being very picky. While you're cool, you're not ice cold. You just know what you want, and don't mind waiting to get it. |
Sure. Right. WHATEVER.
| What Your Dreams Mean... |
 Your dreams seem to show that you're a bit disturbed... but nothing serious. You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep. Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities. Your dreams indicate that you have very conflicted feelings. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind. You secretly want to hide your dreams from your waking mind. |
I like the picture especially. It is so like me. :P YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY INTERNET-DIAGNOSED PSYCHOSES.
This is how I feel right now. :)
Lawful Good Half-Elf Monk Cleric
Alignment:
Lawful Good characters are the epitome of all that is just and good. They believe in order and governments that work for the benefit of all, and generally do not mind doing direct work to further their beliefs.
Race:
Half-Elves are a cross between a human and an elf. They are smaller, like their elven ancestors, but have a much shorter lifespan. They are sometimes looked down upon as half-breeds, but this is rare. They have both the curious drive of humans and the patience of elves.
Primary Class:
Monks dedicate themselves to persoanl perfection throughmeditating and study. They distill the essence of thier selves into powerful abilities and feats. They are spiritual without holding to a diety and have faith in the order of things.
Secondary Class:
Clerics are the voices of their God/desses on Earth. They perform the work of their deity, but this doesn't mean that they preach to a congregation all their lives. If their deity needs something done, they will do it, and can call upon that deity's power to accomplish their goals.
Detailed Results:
Alignment:
Law and Chaos:
Law ----- XXXXXX (6)
Neutral - XXX (3)
Chaos --- XXXX (4)
Good and Evil:
Good ---- XXXXXXXX (8)
Neutral - X (1)
Evil ---- (-2)
Race:
Human ---- XXXXXXX (7)
Half-Elf - XXXXXXXXXXXX (12)
Elf ------ XXXXXX (6)
Gnome ---- XXXX (4)
Halfling - XXXXXX (6)
Dwarf ---- XXXXXX (6)
Half-Orc - XXXXXX (6)
Class:
Fighter -- XXXXX (5)
Barbarian - (-1)
Ranger --- XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13)
Monk ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14)
Paladin -- XXXXXXXXXX (10)
Cleric --- XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13)
Mage ----- XXXXXXXX (8)
Druid ---- XXXXXXXXX (9)
Thief ---- (-1)
Bard ----- XXXXXXXX (8)
| You Are 48% Borderline |
 You have some symptoms of borderline personality disorder. If you feel like you're more than a little dramatic, you may want to investigate further. |
Mmmm. Psychoses.
Unrelated: the song Chicago by Sufjan Stevens is so *neat.*
. . . . . entries for 1.2.07 . . . . .
Erin slept! From 6 to 9:30! Oh man. I am unhealthy.
Tomorrow, I wish to be sloppy and red-clad at once. How will I do it? I suppose we will find out.
Sleeeeeeeeeeep.
come home?
.:people:.
{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)