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Tuesday, October 09, 2012

thanksgiving

it's *cold*, and the temperature's due to drop drastically as the week progresses. we've got shopping to do, and i have got to learn how to dress appropriately.

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i went to bed late because i was playing with post labels, and i was woken up by a message from my mom (she has this tendency to send sms'es while i'm still in bed) to inform me that my niece's wedding is planned for march. heck, pg and i haven't even thought about a method yet, let alone a date :P
when i eventually got to my inbox i found a mail from her celebrating thanksgiving by thanking her sister for taking us in. i followed suit by thanking my aunt in person, but i do believe some more flowers are in order. [we don't really have too many ways to show gratitude here...]

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we got up really late this morning, and i was pleased to hear pg begin playing with duolingo while i ate breakfast. my netbook's acting up, so it took a long time for each individual action (and something like fifteen minutes to convince it to shut down), and i really believe now that the last ubuntu upgrade i performed was a totally bad move.

my cousin took us for a spin around the city to show us the sites. we saw some pretty cool areas, but it was really tough to find a place to eat. aside from that, he drove me crazy the whole afternoon because... my gods, the kid can talk shit. i don't mean inane or arbitrary chatter, and i can't tell if he realizes it or not, but damn, a huge proportion of things that come out of his mouth are just rubbish. it feels like there's little connection between brain and mouth, it's 90% pure prejudice and rough impressions and a demonstrated inability to observe the world around him.

as a rational being i find that offensive.

anyway, we got back, i napped for an hour or two, pg and i went for a walk, we ate dinner, and settled down to watch safety not guaranteed. what a charming, smart movie! we both really enjoyed it.

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