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Joyous Day!

Oh, how wonderful the day is now! I was just reading up on the news, and it seems that a vaccine for Ebola has passed its initial tests in humans!

Ebola Vaccine!

For the past 20 years of my life my biggest fear, the thing of which I have had more fear than any other thing in the entire world, has been Ebola. My older brother explained the disease to me as "bleeding from every orifice of your body," and I have never been able to get past the initial images which flashed through my mind of blood trickling from under my fingernails and seeping out of my tear ducts. A vaccine for Ebola is like Christmas -- two Christmases, even! And I'm sure it means a lot to the people in Africa, too! Next they should work on a cure for starvation.

My brother also used to tell me that tomato soup was really blood collected from dead skunks on the side of the road and that the bushes behind my house were also called "Indian Chewing Gum" so that I would try to eat them.

V-Day on the beaches of Normandy

I've always found it incredibly annoying when television sets are turned on and muted. This is because of that nasty, high-pitched frequency that the TV emits and is quite obvious when there is no other sound in the proximity. In recent years, however, it has come to my attention that I may indeed be crazy. Other people just don't seem to hear this elusive "frequency", even after I actually take the time to make the room quite silent except for the muted TV. So: out of curiosity, does anybody...anyone...know what I'm talking about, or am I just making up this noise in order to cover up some terrible emotional problem deeply rooted in my past?

Also, tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Now I know that many of you loathe and despise Valentine's Day, but I actually really enjoy it. And it's not just because I "have somebody" and that I would be filled with the same hatred --

Ion, Nathalie's cat, just pounced onto the desk, staring up at the ceiling. T'was a moth. Since she (Ion) couldn't reach it, I lifted her up so that her little paws could reach out for the moth. She grabbed it, and as I brought her to the ground, it flew from her hands, so I moved her around in the air, repeating this cycle for a couple of minutes until she finally got it to the floor. It was really cute. I promise.

Where was I? Ah, yes. -- not that I would be filled with the same hatred if I didn't have someone to spend the day with. Even before Nathalie and I started dating, in high school, I really enjoyed Valentine's Day. There's just such an air of happiness. Even if it is a holiday "invented by the card and candy companies," you can still take advantage of its being there and be happy about something.

In fact, you should be happy all the time.

Dill Pickles

One of my professors is teaching much, much more slowly than I (and he, according to his lesson plans) had hoped for, and he is teaching to a level very far below me. I'm not sure if this is because the rest of the class really needs this extra "help" or if it's just that he thinks that everyone does or (worstly) if he really is making the class as difficult as he can. I'm sure it's just that he's oversimplifying things too much in an effort to teach for the lower end of the class rather than for the middle (at least), but that's still not a good thing. I'm thinking about going to talk to him, but I don't want to make the rest of the semester really awkward, which I fear it would.

Any insight?

In the postscript, I just realized that I have no female teachers this semester.

In the post-postscript, the Stars play tomorrow night at 8:00, and you should watch the game. They've now won 7 out of the last 8, and that one loss was in overtime.

I felt I had nothing to post, but I just finished reading Spanish

Quizá yo voy a escribir en español aquí. No soy bueno ahora, pero si yo practico, yo puedo escribir mejor algún día.

Pero....me gusta inglés, también.

OOOOO <-- Olympic Circles

The Olympics start tomorrow night at 7, and they're the good Olympics: the winter ones! They have hockey, the best sport in the world; and curling, a close second.


Wait, wait, wait. Scratch all that. Upon further inspection, the Olympics do not begin until next Friday. My bad.

Tomorrow night, then, will be spent as my usual SciFi Fridays: watching the only two shows I actually watch anymore, Stargate (SG1; not Atlantis) and Battlestar Gallactica. Nathalie and I have collected (bought) every season of Stargate-SG1 and watched each episode in order. We then spent an entire afternoon (a few days after I had my wisdom teeth out, so I was in a grand amount of pain and entirely up for spending a day on the couch) watching the first several episodes of the current season, finally catching up after two years. Yes, I realize this doesn't seem like time well-spent, but it's (it was?) a good, entertaining show. Battlestar Gallactica, if you don't already know, is a brilliant show on SciFi at 10/9c. You should watch it. If you're reading this right now and it is that time, then you should go watch it. If you don't, you should watch it when it replays. If not, you should ... have.

This winter break, Nathalie and I both began finally reading the Harry Potter books, because we both like the movies so much. I'm past halfway through the second book...I think I'll go read a little of that right now before sleep.

Yeah, I'm going to bed at 10:10. What?! I'm exhausted! I did lots of stuff today and got little sleep in the night-time. Yes! No, not since last Easter! Hahaha...yeah, good times. Au revoir. Yeah, 5:30....bye!