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( Private to Cal )

Okay, so. I think I'm going to need some help in the kitchen. Since it looks like the whole tree thing is probably covered this year, I decided I'd fill my very open schedule with a completely different pointless act of decoration to help contribute to the moon around here, for those of us who aren't going anywhere for the holiday season.

That is, I've decided all on my own that I want to make a gingerbread house version of the Mansion. I'm not quite crazy enough to want to do it to scale or anything, but I do kind of want to try and at least include the really obvious landmarks and stuff. I'd also like to try and make it entirely out of things you can eat so afterwards it can get put to use, if it isn't too stale and nasty.

I haven't ever done this before, so it'll probably come out looking like a misshapen lump of candy, but I think it's worth a shot. I pretty much can't work anything in the kitchen at all, though, so if someone could help me out with complicated things like the microwave and the mixer, I would be eternally grateful.

Hello?

As per the instructions of Morg that guy who told me to, here is a post. Tag it, and I will say something nice about you!

I have no sense of self-preservation, as you all know. Yes Week me up.

I'm leaving tomorrow at an incredibly early hour for Italy. I'm very excited, and I'll miss you all very much. See everybody in about a week!

It occurs to me that this is probably something I should have asked about before now, but no one ever accused me of being particularly good at thinking ahead.

In not too terribly long, here, I'm going to abandon all you fine folks (temporarily, I promise) to spend some time in Tuscany for an art retreat. I'm very excited! But I also realized that I don't really know any Italian at all. I was hoping maybe I could beg the favor of someone here who does speak Italian to teach me how to read and write it, so that when I go overseas I'm only held back by the mute thing, not by a language barrier too.

I'll buy cookies?

To answer the question this week, month, whatever amount of time is supposed to be between them:

No, it's not enough. I don't think there is enough, but then again I sort of have a distorted outlook on money in general.

I've lost my Prismacolors again. It's hard, being me.

Edit: Also my pants. Who took my pants? I think we have a pants thief. Uncool.

( Private to Cal )

Sooooooooo much turkey. I don't think I'm moving again. Ever.

I'd be fine with it, honestly if it weren't for the circumstances.

I'm going to let you all GUESS on the second half of that question, and how I reacted. Except the family part. No, I haven't ever been attracted to anyone in my family, but that'd pretty much require me to be Narcissus or the gay Odeipus, neither of one seems very appealing, frankly.


Also! Anyone who's old enough to vote, if you need help getting to a polling place or something I'm sure I can figure something out, since we need everyone we can get to go vote against the crazy Creed guy with the anti-mutant agenda. I promise if you don't trust my driving you don't have to be in a car that I'm driving, honest.

What I would really like to know is, how come every time we get all mindswoggled or whatever into thinking or being something else, I come out of it a bad guy? I think the universe just likes to laugh at us.

( Laura )

I'd give it to my best friend because I don't think dead men really need to worry about antivenom.

( Private to Cal )

It probably goes without saying, but I'll be leaving for Atlanta at the end of the week. I shouldn't take long.

I'm not sure where I'd go, honestly. I really enjoyed my trip to India, but maybe that's one of those things that really only is worth it the first time. There's also a million little islands in the Pacific that'd be neat; I'm real big on the whole sitting around on the beach doing nothing theme. Or maybe Japan. Not that I can read Japanese at all, but it always looked like such a neat place to go. As long as you don't go on the subway.

I have no idea how to answer this question at all. I never really think about myself in these sort of terms, much less terms of numbers.

I don't know. I'd like to think I'm slightly above-average in personality and intelligence, but I'm certainly no genius or movie star or anything. As for physical attractiveness I have no idea. I'm not attracted to me but I don't think I'm ugly either. Let's go with average. So, I don't know, two 6s and a 5 I was overruled and got put down as an 8. I still feel awkward.

I agree with everyone else, this question is awful awkward. I hope no one reads this and thinks that my answer means I wouldn't be upset if they died. But I also think it's pretty clear that I'd probably be the most messed up if it was Cal.

I'm not a teenager anymore, but what the heck. My answers, in order:

Nineteen. No, no, no, and yes.