1. Saw a white-tailed deer jump across the road.
2. Played with two chestnut horsies.
3. Got Electrocuted.
4. Watched thousands of green fireflies.
5. Ate smores ice cream and freshly buttered popcorn.
6. Watched Robot Chicken for the first time.
Except maybe #3.
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 I'm a student pursuing a doctoral degree in late medieval history. My main interests include but are not limited to Latin, Italian, cultural theory, educational curriculum, historiography, cognitive processes, language-theory, gender relations and THE WESTERN CANON (mwahaha); i am not particularly interesting, avant-garde or risque; My main hobbies include the exciting activities of cooking, baking, going to the gym, eating green apple-caramel lollipops, restaurant reviewing and acting as child-like and sassy as possible. I keep these entries from the years of my life - no matter how i feel about them today - available because i find it useful to revisit events i now interpret differently. My name is heather, i'm of Montreal and i was born in the nefarious, ominous year 1984. |
Yesterday, we established that people scream on rollercoasters because it intensifies the thrill. But, what happens when you go too far? Are adrenaline junkies like all other junkies? To some extent, yes… Although i don’t scream like a little girl very often, I’m a huge fan of rollercoasters - to your right is one of my favourites, The Incredible Hulk at Universal Studio’s Islands of Adventure in Orlando, FL. The story goes that after that ride it took me a good 45 minutes to even orient myself [...] Last night we had an interesting discussion about one of my favourite furry creatures… the raccoon. Because my landlords, like me, are academics, this inevitably became a question of etymologies. LOL. |
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