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seriously guys, save yourselves. It is terrible.
Shitty movie, we all walked outSee, you really should have watched part one first. Otherwise it’s just confusing.
Said my friend, not joking: “Was there a Hamlet 1?”
Related stupidity here.
From: Courtney Kennedy
To: Lena Chen
Date: Thu, Jul 17, 2008 at 6:05 AM
Subject: hey, you wanna… 

start an atheistic anti-true love revolution club on campus? called the Order of the Goddess?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invisible_Pink_Unicorn
http://www.palmyria.co.uk/humour/ipu.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE????
WE NEED TO RAISE AWARENESS. Religion is dangerous and awful and so is this “movement.” We need something to counter this. DESPERATELY. I’m becoming more and more convinced that we need to be actively converting people to the side of atheism. Let’s go forth and proselytize!
Also I’ve already started packing. Woo hoo! And I just started crying because I really have accepted that Sascha is gone.
Also you had better say yes to this. It’s not really a request.
We can have a whole pantheon consisting of the flying spaghetti monster, the invisible pink unicorn, and Bertrand Russell’s teapot. And we can have teas! And discussions with religious groups on campus. And promote sexual promiscuity!
Also why are you never online? Do you hate me?
Good news: I am no longer on German time!
Bad news: My sleeping schedule is somewhere mid-Atlantic right now. At this rate, I’m not going to make it to the Pacific timezone before I depart California in eight days.
I think middle-of-the-night phone calls are to blame. When he was still in Germany, I gave Patrick a free pass to call me whenever, a stupid move I attribute to 1) missing him a lot and 2) severely underestimating how much this would extend my jetlag. I would say the weird sleep is a symptom of the Southeast Asia trip alone but it’s pretty telling that Patrick (in Boston) and I (in Los Angeles) both passed out within an hour of each other earlier this evening … though his 8pm was much more reasonable than my 5pm here. I suspect I’ll be on Patrick Daylight Time (PDT) until I get to Boston, where I’ll probably skip over Eastern time altogether and arrive at Pacific. Figures!
Because that’s what I’m doing right now. I’m targeting Boston-area bookstores and gyms, since I want discounts at the former and membership in the latter. At the very least, I’ll be incredibly well-read or in shape?
(I also want to be a dogwalker, but I imagine that’s not the most reliable income source.)
Since I’ve been talking to my mother a lot about traveling next year during my time off Harvard …
Domestic
International
It’s time to save like mad. I’m working all fall in Boston, placing myself on a shopping moratorium, and getting a piggy bank. Oh, the places I hope to go!