itsallovernow | My brain's mixed up but I smell yummy

Got home last night at 9:30 p.m. to discover that my stuff from Lush had finally arrived. Now the cat and I smell like Skinny Dip shower gel - all warm white chocolate and cloves. I am supposed to smell this way. The cat is not, but the lure of paper, bath products and a cardboard box combined with my poor judgement in leaving the box on the coffee table unattended for a few moments lead to the inevitable disaster.

I find it terribly altering to my sense of how the world should work that the Canadians have access to something that I do not:) We are Americans, we are superior, shouldn't we have Lush stores in more than one or two cities?! Hee Hee. I can't even write that with a straight face.

Didn't get to write last night because I got home so late - Latin student, French student, Latin student. It's a wonder my brain still functions in English. As it is, my vocabulary gets all tangled up when I teach those languages back to back and I tried to teach the subjunctive in the wrong language. Let me tell you, saying to a kid, "it's a mood not a tense" gets you very little aside from blank stares and obscene mutterings.

However, back to writing -

rubberneck continues her scenettes and

whitelight1 was attacked by J/A shmoop to her surprise, which along with the good crack that I've been harrassing from

crankygrrl kept me happy and satisfied yesterday. Which means I should probably return to Word and get myself back to work.

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To Australians? *runs away*

Quite possibly.

There has been many a time in which I would prefer to be Canadian than Australian... particularly in regards to Australian foreign policy of late. *grumble*

What I'd really like to do is move to New Zealand. Beautiful scenery, snow, bugger-all people, and cute guys with cute accents. Plus, more sheep than you can poke a stick (or... something else) at!

Matching up your national identity with your nation's policy is always a tough one. I'm actually happy to be American, even when I'm ashamed of all of the things we've done and all of the things we represent to the world. I feel a sense of responsability for that, and try to not be that stereotype, and try to enact the changes I believe in. Mostly because, unless things continue to get worse in our foreign and domestic policy, I'm too old to be happy about being a permanent expatriate:)

And I'm definitely too much of a baby to go live with the Canadians. I'm tired of being cold 9 months out of the year:)

It is not cold nine months of the year!

*rollseyes* Jeez. I mean, Toronto's warmer in the summer than Rochester: just ask

cretkid.

Always with the stereotypes. Don't make me hit you with my hockey stick...

I lived in friggin' Buffalo. I lived in St. Paul. I know cold. But I'm taking a wild guess on Canada. Hee hee. Put away the hokey stick my little maple leaf. And I actually do believe you that Toronto is warmer than Rochester, but right now, I've got sun 357 days of the year. The entire rest of the continental US looks cold to me:) Except Florida and Arizona and I don't want to be that warm either!

Well, my stepsis that just moved home from Cali assured me that, compared to LA, Toronto is cold nine months of the year. ;P Feh.

However, we are warmer than Buffalo. And less prone to catching fire.

All good things. And Buffalo, technically, was warmer than St. Paul, and I'm all about the not catching fire. I actually quite liked Toronto when I visited there (although I saw more of the airport than anything else:)

My brain's mixed up but I smell yummy

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