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| I am posting as well, Roubal, so my account isn't deleted. I wish I could just easily print all this since a lot of it was written during my last year of college and the first few years of real life... Some day.
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| It's been so long that it took me a good 5 minutes to even figure out how to post something on here. Unfortunately, I have so much to update on, I don't even know where to start. I have cabin fever being in the frigid north, 3 weeks of vacation time, but no one else can travel. I could go back to London, but I'm done getting into trouble in a hostel bathroom. | | |
| Yes, I found racism in Transformers. Anyone care to guess what it was? Actually, I'm sure some news commentator already reported about it, but I haven't seen it yet. In a nutshell, so the good Transformers all speak perfect English, except one Transformer was clearly the African-American robot rasied in Detroit for his dialect was a bit on the ebonics side. Well, he's basically the only Transformer that gets killed. In fact, 2 transformers get "injured", but the Black transformer couldn't be saved. Optimus Prime put his Africa American Autotron in the front line... just like the American Army. | | |
| While scrolling through my phone book I realized that a good chunk of my friends don't even live in Minneapolis anymore. It's really tightening the list of people who I can actually call on a whim and meet up for a drink. Friends all over the world! Here's who is still in my phone but doesn't live here anymore. :( Bryan - Toledo, Spain Chandra - somewhere in the US fighting poverty Dallas - San Francisco Eren - Chicago Greg - Austin Hayley - San Diego Jake - San Francisco Jesse - Paris, France Joe C - New York Joe J - Des Moines Justin - Chicago Kiel - Chicago Liz- Lawrence, KS Mike - New York Patrice - L.A. Renee - Duluth, MN Rob - L.A. Sarah - Grand Rapids, MI Scott - Washington D.C. Trevor - L.A. | | |
| Life is definitely circular. Tonight I feel like I've jumped back 3 months and everything is starting over again. Have you ever lost someone very close to you and then you somehow reconnected months later as if no time has ever passed? No animosity, drama, or feelings of comfortableness (is that word?) have ever been a part of your relationship? Ugh, I'm seriously not frustrated, but more so very complacent and apathetic. | | |
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