xans

Can't eat beef ... Mad Cow
Can't eat chicken ... Bird flu
Can't eat eggs ... Salmonella
Can't eat pork ... trichinosis
Can't eat fish ... Mercury and other heavy metals
Can't eat fruits and veggies ... insecticides and herbicides

Hmmmmmmmmm!
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I believe that leaves Chocolate!

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Oh that was a cute fwd to show up in my inbox.
So I was in the library last night, just reading a book before I visited the group at Rowena's. And I was enjoying the book, but at the same time I kept thinking, "I should go, I should go, I'm gonna be there really late if I wait 'til I finish this book." Finally, I put the book down and head to Rowena's.
And I'm walking along Courtney Place, which has quite the crowd. Even for a Tuesday night that place doesn't lack for people out on the town. So, I'm walking, wondering who'll be at Rowena's, or if it will be dead, and I noticed there was someone walking some ways ahead of me, and all I can see is the back of his head. It could have been a her, with the hair being shoulder length, but it made me think of Darren. But it couldn't possibly be Darren. Darren left with Party Mike weeks ago. He's miles away.
...isn't he?
I couldn't figure out who he was walking with. But that head of hair looked like Darren's. And he had glasses. I figured, at least, I could have a glance when I caught up. Well, just as I caught up, they happened to stop. I recognised his companion; it was Julian a.k.a. Trout (as opposed to French Julien). And it really was Darren.
Nobody told me he was back!!!!!
Okay, he just got back Monday, but still. It was really cool to run into him there, because otherwise I wouldn't have seen him before the weekend. He wasn't even going to be around for the weekend, except everyone's remembered the huge fuss Aston's made over St. George's Day. Gotta be around for that. AND it's Milan's last weekend--he and Aston leave on Monday. (Aston gets back from the South Islan on Thursday) And I guess Darren will leave after the weekend as well.
Anyway, chatted with Darren and Julian for a bit, then went to the hostel. Talked to Brian, and Conor when she showed up. Then Conor left to hang out with Paul at his work. I got distracted watching House, but then I joined the lads in the dining room until 11 something.
And what do you know, I was heading back to the train station, along Courtney Place, and I ran into Darren and Julian again. So we chatted some more. Tried to figure out who was stalking whom. They'd just watched Keeping Mum. I might have gone to see it with them except it's the old, "I can't afford the movies if I want booze for the weekend" type deal. And I do want to drink this weekend.
I lost my watch somewhere during the night.
There was a Rolling Stones concert last night... could hear it halfway across town practically. By the time I left Darren and Julian, the concert had ended. I found myself walking against the crowd as I headed to the train station. It was full of people. Kind of funny given the time of night, and it was busier than rush hour (I felt really sorry for the ladies in line to the toilets... it was a very long line).
I haven't eaten all my Easter chocolate yet. Tempting, but I haven't. A good reason to come into town, even though I'm on "study" break... to keep from eating all the chocolate. That, and I finally got to read "...And then he ate my boy entrancers." Which is the sixth Georgia Nicolson book, and the only one I don't currently own.
Yay.

Fin.

Am still stalking Chunky, somewhat. Need to find a way to end up deep in conversation with him again. And such.

LJ has a cool spooky header. *admires*

Fin.

I am stalking Biz.

No, really. All day today I’ve run into her. And what good is it to see Biz without getting her attention? Or sitting at the computer in the library so I have this perfect view of her just to the right of my screen, sitting there reading a magazine and making her judgments on the “beautiful” people in them.
But you have to admit, of all the stalkers she could have, I’m the best. Hell, I think it started this morning with the biting thing. She knows what I’m talking about. You do, Biz, you know it.
I wondered where Shanny was in the library, only to see her walk in… funny how that happens. It’s that whole “speak of the devil…” thing. Only in this case, it was “think of the Shanny, and she appears!” Yes, I’m lame.
I’m also kind of hyper. I was totally tempted to purchase sugar from the vending machines on my way to the library. Glad I didn’t because, well… I’m sure the psycho teacher-sub for the class in here would have something to say. She is psycho. Biz and Shanny, you know it’s true!
I’m not paranoid.
Got a few memorable quotes out of Physics in the last few days…

“I consider myself somewhat of a feminist. But I also like pretty things!” –Kira

“I like coffee, I like tea…[insert a couple of verses sung here with Jake groaning in agony]…there is a third verse, but I’ll refrain.” –Kira

Jake mentioned his support of the military, and I did a little double take: “What? You looked at me like you’re a Democrat and I just said I was voting Republican!” (he knows that look, apparently having received such a look)

My typing sounds so loud in the now very quiet library. I wonder if Shanny and Biz over where they are can hear me and are thinking, “Damnit Hana, stop typing!”
So, since I'm getting paranoid, I'll stop.

Fin.

...Biz I'm looking at you right now.