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The Profile  Zanzibar Age. 40 Gender. Female Ethnicity. that of my father and his father before him Location Altadena, CA School. Other » More info. The Weather The World The Link To Zanzibar's Past
This is my page in the beloved art community that my sister got me into: Samarinda Extra points for people who know what Samarinda is. The Phases of the Moon Module CURRENT MOON Writings
Poetry The Tree and the Telephone Pole The Spider I Do Not Know Their Names The Mouse Blindness La Plante The Moon Today I am Young A Night Poem Celestial Wandering Siren of the Sea If I Were a Dragon To the Dreamers Leave the Sky The Honor of the Oyster Return From San Diego War My Study Defeat A Late Summer's Night Of Dragons and Men Erebus The Edge of the World The Race Dragon's Spirit The Snake's Terror Spirit Island Metaphysics Metaphysica Transponderae Metaphysics and the Middaymoon Of Adventures in Foreign Lands The Rogue Wave: The Unedited Version Adventures in the PRC Voyage of Discovery Drinking the Blood of Goats Ticket for a Phantom Bus Os peixes nadam o mar Three Villages Far Away The River Weser Children I Should Have Kidnapped, Part I Let's Get You Out of Those Clothes Radishes Three-Piece-Lawsuit If Underwear Could Speak Croc Hunter/Combat Wombat 
My hero(s) Only My Favorite Baseball Player EVER  Aw, Larry Walker, how I loved thee. The Schedule
M: Science and Exploration T: Cook a nice dinner W: PARKOUR! Th: Parties, movies, dinners F: Picnics, the Louvre S: Read books, go for walks, PARKOUR Su: Philosophy, Religion The Reading List
This list starts Summer 2006 A Crocodile on the Sandbank Looking Backwards Wild Swans Exodus 1984 Tales of the Alhambra (in progress) Dark Lord of Derkholm Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? The Lost Years of Merlin Harry Potter a l'ecole des sorciers (in progress) Atlas Shrugged (in progress) Uglies Pretties Specials A Long Way Gone (story of a boy soldier in Sierra Leone- met the author! w00t!) The Eye of the World: Book One of the Wheel of Time From Magma to Tephra (in progress) Lady Chatterley's Lover Harry Potter 7 The No. 1 Lady's Detective Agency Introduction to Planetary Volcanism A Child Called "It" Pompeii Is Multi-Culturalism Bad for Women? Americans in Southeast Asia: Roots of Commitment (in progress) What's So Great About Christianity? Aeolian Geomorphology Aeolian Dust and Dust Deposits The City of Ember The People of Sparks Cube Route When I was in Cuba, I was a German Shepard Bound The Golden Compass Clan of the Cave Bear The 9/11 Commission Report (2nd time through, graphic novel format this time, ip) The Incredible Shrinking Man Twilight Eclipse New Moon Breaking Dawn Armageddon's Children The Elves of Cintra The Gypsy Morph Animorphs #23: The Pretender Animorphs #25: The Extreme Animorphs #26: The Attack Crucial Conversations A Journey to the Center of the Earth A Great and Terrible Beauty The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian Dandelion Wine To Sir, With Love London Calling Watership Down The Invisible Alice in Wonderland Through the Looking Glass 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea The Host The Hunger Games Catching Fire Shadows and Strongholds The Jungle Book Beatrice and Virgil Infidel Neuromancer The Help Flip Zion Andrews The Unit Princess Quantum Brain The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks No One Ever Told Us We Were Defeated Delirium Memento Nora Robopocalypse The Name of the Wind The Terror Sister Tao Te Ching What Paul Meant Lao Tzu and Taoism Libyan Sands Sand and Sandstones Lost Christianites: The Battles for Scripture and the Faiths We Never Knew The Science of God Calculating God Great Contemporaries, by Winston Churchill City of Bones Around the World in 80 Days, by Jules Verne Divergent Stranger in a Strange Land The Old Man and the Sea Flowers for Algernon Au Bonheur des Ogres The Martian The Road to Serfdom De La Terre � la Lune (ip) In the Light of What We Know Devil in the White City 2312 The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August Red Mars How to Be a Good Wife A Mote in God's Eye A Gentleman in Russia The Fatal Conceit: The Errors of Socialism Seneca: Letters from a Stoic The Juanes Module  Juanes just needed his own mod. Who can disagree. | Don't Leave Me, Thalweg Thursday. 3.5.09 9:55 pm I was trying to remember how clean I was, so I could put it into words for my prospective roommate. I tend to live a chameleon existence, only just slightly neater or messier than whomever I live with. My cleanliness is a function directly proportional to the cleanliness of my roommate. I thought back to senior year in college, when there was constantly a layer of clothes and magazines and balloons and papers on our floor at least a foot thick. Small lilly-pads of carpet allowed us to hop from place to place. Rhodes is not concerned with clutter, she tells me. It is the kitchen and the bathroom that she cares about. She detests grime. I think back to the bathrooms of my past. Senior year there was a shower. I must have spent at least 15 minutes every day for a year inside that shower, but I could barely remember what it was like. Was it clean? Someone else cleaned it. I couldn't put together a single cogent memory about a specific instance in that shower. As I thought back, I couldn't remember any specific moment from any of the bathrooms I had used senior, junior, or sophomore year. It made me sad to imagine all of that time just disappearing into nothingness, all of those living minutes during which I did mundane things when my mind was somewhere else, forgotten completely. There was one time, junior year, when ranor and I pretended that gravity had changed direction by 90 degrees and suddenly we had to grasp at the fixtures in the bathroom to stop ourselves from hurtling against the walls. One time there was a cricket in the radiator, and it would chirp loudly every time we switched out the light. Senior year there was a dead spider that no one ever cleaned up that hung suspended between the back of the toilet and the sink. I used to stare at it without focusing, stare right through it, every time I went into the bathroom. I used to think about mortality, and the way that the spider's legs would feel, breaking like straw, if I ever decided to sweep it away. I do not relate this story to Rhodes. I do not think it reflects well on my propensity for tidiness. 5 Comments. GAH DEAD SPIDER. D: Almost as bad as live ones. Almost. » randomjunk on 2009-03-05 10:47:38 There's a dead spider on my bathroom floor. Every time I look at it, I think I should actually pick it up and throw it into the toilet or something. But I always just end up stepping around it, shuddering about how it would be if I stepped on it. Yes--I know it's dead. It looks kinda dessicated, too. But there's still something really gross about stepping on it. One night, I was so tired that I forgot that it was there until my foot landed about one inch away from it. I shifted my weight immediately upon remembering and I almost fell on top of the toilet. I really should just get rid of it. Or at least, push it behind the door where my foot never steps, mostly on account of all the errant strands of hair that made their ways there, carried on the air currents generated by my movements. » ranor on 2009-03-05 11:19:50 P.S. I have specific memories about being in the bathrooms at Pomona. The one that immediately springs to mind is Freshman year, when I thought I heard Michael jerking it in the shower. I was so hot and bothered I had to stay in my own shower stall for a few minutes longer to just wash away how dirty I felt listening to him maybe pleasuring himself in there. I relayed the story to Tycen once, I believe. Was it then that me mentioned something about jacking off in the shower? This must have been around the time I was walking around asking how often people in our hall masturbated. I remember that because Maribel totally owned up, which caught me off guard. I miss everyone. » ranor on 2009-03-05 11:22:54 Also, ...obviously I meant "then that *he* mentioned something..." I just can't type. » ranor on 2009-03-05 11:23:55 BT-dubs. I heart you. » ranor on 2009-03-05 11:24:12
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