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Oct. 20th, 2004 04:26 pmI spent my morning writing a scintillating six pages on Walpole. Well, okay, maybe not scintillating, but my room still looks like something Strawberry Hill threw up on, what with all of the research scattered about.
Now I get to eat my first soyburger EVAH (P.S. - Hey, vegans? Ain't this a little ... pricey?) and grade some papers before going to KGB.
C'mon, you know you want to come wiiiiiiiith me, people ...
KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB!
God, being Russian and all, that just feels so *wrong.* It makes me wonder if, thirty years from now, after the political biases of my homeland drive me to seek asylum in a more welcoming clime, after the Old COuntry collapses under its own corruption and bad poilicy-making, *my* little first-generation immigrant children will come home all psyched out from going to a place called NSA or something ...
Now I get to eat my first soyburger EVAH (P.S. - Hey, vegans? Ain't this a little ... pricey?) and grade some papers before going to KGB.
C'mon, you know you want to come wiiiiiiiith me, people ...
KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB! KGB!
God, being Russian and all, that just feels so *wrong.* It makes me wonder if, thirty years from now, after the political biases of my homeland drive me to seek asylum in a more welcoming clime, after the Old COuntry collapses under its own corruption and bad poilicy-making, *my* little first-generation immigrant children will come home all psyched out from going to a place called NSA or something ...