Behold, I emerge from the Bottomless Pit of ... Living with a Clean Bathroom! I love Thanksgiving. During which I read many books, watched many movies, affirmed my belief that ellipticals are the most boring machines on Earth, and lived on peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches while the dining hall workers looked on in consternation ("What do you mean, you don't want to eat icky fake eggs for dinner?" "What do you mean, you're vegetarian on Thanksgiving?" "Here, have a fake roll." Okay, not really. But close). Major achievements include speaking to practically no-one, and sneaking out of dining hall with a piece of substandard pumpkin pie on a fancy plastic plate.
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Have, perhaps foolishly, signed up for senior portrait appointment tomorrow. Must beg fashion advice from
edajaram, even if I happen to think that an exclusively online yearbook proves that the digital age does, in fact, suck. Alas, cannot go around with "Arthur Dent" sign pinned to clothing, as was in the know at the time of debate and decision-making. Oh well. Nobody ever gets the allusion anyway.
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Have, perhaps foolishly, signed up for senior portrait appointment tomorrow. Must beg fashion advice from