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I have been studying for nearly four days straight and my eyes are starting to go funny! For the record, no. I don't have a test or anything.

That's normal...right?

It's surreal that sixty degrees is really warm to me right now. November in Alaska is freaking cold. I'm not sure I want to try that supply run again. I'm still clearing ice off my plane.

On that note, my flight school is once again open!

Huzzah, I seem to have joined the masses. Another real-as-life dream in which I'm the star. Funny how characters from my real life have been transposed into my dreams, giving them insane credibility on top of just plain insanity.

[Private to Helen]
James thought I was Jack the Ripper.

My shopping is all done. Really. I have Bill's birthday present and all my Christmas presents purchased. Online shopping is fantastic in that sense. It is nice to be done with the holiday stuff already.

Anyone here give music or vocal lessons? Ma mére suggested I find something new to channel my energy into until my cast comes off and I can begin my physical therapy. I think vocal lessons would be the way to go since I have not played the piano in a few years. Then again I have not sang in a while either. Outside Portia, the only one here to hear me sing is my dog and he always just gives me an odd look when I do. I do have a couple videos if I need to prove any capability before I can take a few lessons.

The best part of being a disgruntled hermit, besides yelling at people to get off of my lawn is that I only have four people to shop for during the batshit crazy holiday rush.

So take that, you suckers with a million friends. Or something.

Normally I mock people who make happy stupid announcements about how they love who they're dating on their Facebook and shit, but now I kind of get it. Sometimes you're so happy, you just want to yell it from a roof or something hokey like that.

Crivens, am I thankful to be going home at the end of this week. Home. With my large satellite television, speedy internet and a nursing stripper bestie. Because in case anyone was confused on the matter, hospitals are rubbish! They donnae even get good football coverage (that's soccer, for you Americans).

Celtic played today at Tynecastle and I heard that it was a brilliant match. I heard, because the bloody sodding fucking piece of arse telly here at the hospital donnae air the bleeding matches! Oh! says the slutty intern as she leans too bloody close again, Watch it on the Internet, she says. Here's a public service announcement to all the slutty lasses who may or may not be reading: if you are going to waist your time (and mine) throwing yourself at a bloke, at least have the common courtesy to brush your fucking teeth before you hover all close and pucker your fatty Botox lips. Possibly the least attractive thing I have ever encountered. Ever.

Aside from that, guess what Halitosis Haley! I cannae watch the match on the Internet because of fucking zoning restrictions! What is WRONG with this country? I will PAY YOU MONEY to watch the match. Good, honest, solid, reliable sterling. And what do I get?

We're sorry, but our plug-ins are not supported by your country of origin.

Internet, so that we're on the same page, you and I - American is not my place of origin, you impudent dingo bat. And a wee text screen that updates every quarter with the play results... Nae acceptable, America. Nae acceptable.


On the upside, I have learned a lot about American football in the past week. You lot are a bunch of numpties. Brilliant, though, because apparently no rugby player ever thought to put on pads or a mouthguard.

Oh, and in case anyone was wondering (which I know you aren't), Celtic 4:0 Hearts.

Well, now it's a waiting game for a few weeks to find out what bowl game we're in. Until then, I'm finally free and open, no weeks of studying or film study. I feel like I have no idea what's happening in the world.

Green paint stains far worse than yellow paint. Obviously, there is much more pigment in the green.

Does anyone have any advice on how to get paint out of clothing?

If it wouldn't get me arrested and thus fired from my studio, I would absolutely shank someone for a fucking cigarette without a second thought.

Three broken bones, a half-dozen abrasions and a sprained ankle. All because someone had the bright idea to introduce the kids to rugby.

I patched them up, of course. I think tomorrow I'll lecture them on the merits of Cricket.