Daily Dust

May 24

Summer’s Aquaintances

“So, needless to say, I’m odds and ends; but I’ll be stumbling away, slowly learning that life is okay.” – A-Ha

As this blog has more or less become a means of communication between its writers, I say a jolly hello to the lovely Sayuri and Regette!

It has been so long since I’ve seen either of you that I hardly remember what you look like! Have you gone blond? Have you gotten devastatingly disfiguring plastic surgery? Have you started wearing black lipstick? These are the things I may never know…

I do, however, wish to know what y’all have been up to lately! Therefore, I am writing an open letter to you both, in hopes that you will read it and write one in reply.

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In blogging fashion, there is one topic I wish to address… it is that of acquaintances.

You know, those people that you’ve seen before (maybe even spoken to) but have never spent enough quality time with to call them friends? Sadly enough, I have far too many of these.

Now, is it just me, or do they tend to show up at the most awkward times possible? For example…

Berkeley Brownies

Supervisor: Have one of Reg's brownies...please..
Professor: Why do they look suspicious? ...are these hash brownies?
Supervisor: She is from California, I wouldn't doubt it.
Professor: ...no, these are so small, they must have LSD or something.
Reg: I prefer to call them "Berkeley Brownies."
Professor: If in 10 minutes I run down the hall half-naked and screaming,
we'll know why..

May 9

tastefullyoffensive:

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May 5

“Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you’re stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there’s nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there’s a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they’re gone too fast and the taste is… fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you’re desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers” The X-Files, Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man

Apr 26

sunshinepink asked: Do you have any idea how beautiful and amazing you are? Or how very, very much I miss you?

I know I can’t possibly be as beautiful or amazing as you! and I miss you so.

Apr 23

Only in Russian Class

Русский язык 1201 Экзамен. Весна 2012

перевод на русский язык:

Whose beer is this? I don’t know, but not yours.

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Apr 21

“Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.” Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time. And that’s why we love books - because we have so little need for reality. (via doubledaybooks)

(via discoverynews)

Apr 14

Catatonia—Mulder and Scully