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So apparently the portable media player my ma was talking about was the Nextar T30 which came out a year from next week. It cost a hundred bucks at Walmart when it first came out. My ma got it for forty bucks a year late.

It does video, audio, photos, has an FM tuner, and does e-books, too. 4G storage capacity with an SD/MMC slot for cards up to 2G. Um, battery life = 8hrs audio, 4hrs video.

*shrug* It's not like I'm gonna say "no". It's no IPod, but I wasn't asking/expecting one anyway. I'm just gonna use it until it dies. Hey, it has fuctionality so I'll use it. But for the 3.5 screen, I wish it was touchscreen. Ah, well.

How long am I supposed to charge it for? It doesn't say...

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Joke of the day: one of the new volunteers came in for an interview and just left. One of the other volunteers realizes that new guy forgot to fill out a part of his application and the guy in charge of volunteers says,"You can still catch him! He should be downstairs by now." She runs out to the window and screams out his name. A second later she apologizes, "Sorry, wrong person." The entire office cracks up. High-larious.

Okay, something personal: I haven't liked any guy for three years or so. Now I'm crushing on a co-worker. Today...I was perfectly fine until two hours before the end of my day. At one point, I wonder if I'm getting lovesick, like actually feeling sick. Five seconds later, he walks in. I'm perfectly fine. WTF?! But yeah.

And then I start to wonder, I don't really like him, do I?

I'm sure the answer will be 'yes, you do' tomorrow. Or something. You know how it is. Emotions (especially those in this area) are never stable for very long.

Tell me when you get bored of these reports

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The stuff you bring when you visit the family members who have passed on. Yummy stuff. I love it, it's such good stuff. I don't like it when there's this overpowering smell/taste of alcohol though. That just ruins it. Yuck.

Bai Tan Gao literally means white sugar jelly. Which is what it is. I dont know how to make it, but I know some grandmas do. I wonder if mine does...maybe she can teach me.

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Not at all. And it's just the beginning.

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Whoa, three entries in 72 hours! I think. I didn't actually count.

Guys, I was really looking for an answer to my situation.
What should I do? =/ Should I take it?
I mean, it's going to be clerical work if I take it now.
And I don't get to have another internship as an actual law student later if I take it now.
No law school perks.
(going to trials, hands on legal work)

But then, I don't know if I want to intern there as a law student.
Law school will most likely be international law for me.
It doesn't help me any to intern in the New York County's District Attorney's Office.

Then I talked to academic advisors today.
I had been considering the Forensic Psych BA/MA program.
5 years, come out with MA, go to law school.
Sounds like a plan, right?
But...I don't know if I want to dive into serial killers heads.
I love the idea of understanding where people come from--
I mean, their minds and why/how they come to decisions
what got them there
not literally where they come from.
Too few people do this these days.
Everyone is so keen on assuming and labeling and gossiping and bitching.
Enough people!

I'm in this school now. Am I good enough to go elsewhere?
People here are less intelligent.
But recently I've found...I can survive.
Maybe even enjoy myself.
No, I don't fit in.
But when have I?
I never have before. I didn't die then.
But I did have a depression...
does that put things in perspective?

Can I go to Columbia?
(by can, I mean, will I get in?)
Should I go to Columbia?

Frankly...I'm scared.

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Crush is over. Reality hits hard like a punch right between the eyes and your ears are ringing, your eyes go fuzzy, and you can't really believe it but then your head clears. "Oh, man, it IS true" and I'm sighing. Complete let down. I'm back to square one. It's been two days and now I miss having a crush. Sigh.

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