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[Jul. 3rd, 2011|09:49 am] |
Father? There's something I need to tell you before you see it in the papers. |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2011|11:16 am] |
Hey Abed! Look what I found on eBay.
( Look! ) |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2011|03:44 pm] |
Maker, I forgot how much fun it is playing card games with people who don't know me. I was at the poker table for two hours tonight in Monte Carlo, and there was only one bloke who seemed to be able to read me at all. I came away with twenty-eight hundred euros and another bloke teaching me a brand new insult in French. Apparently 'putain' is sort of an all purpose profanity; I'll remember that! |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2011|04:01 pm] |
Bad news: Chef Mortain, the pastry chef? Gave me a barely-passing grade on my cake because she thinks I can 'try harder' and I should prepare for being a patissier because that's all girls are good for in a kitchen. Dani, be proud I didn't flip her off.
Reallyreallyreally good news: Chef Vogal, the sort of headmaster type person? He told me that when we graduate next month? I'm third. THIRD in my class of a hundred!
Anybody who's ever wanted to see me bounce like a three-year old, now might be the time. EEEEE! |
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[Jul. 3rd, 2011|10:53 pm] |
I'm on shore leave. About time.
Anyone want to help me explore this place? Coming from almost two centuries in the future messes with your perception of things. |
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