i want a wide-brimmed panama hat!
Waiting to buy stamps at the post office, I smiled – briefly, impersonally, or so I thought – over my shoulder at the tall elderly gentleman who appeared in line behind me, then turned back to face the front.
His voice, rusty and deep, came from behind me: “You have […]

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Welcome to Fall Quarter 2003. Start preparing yourselves for more ramblings about my seventeen credits course-load (bearable), my paid internship (time-consuming yet exciting), and the fact that I may not be tutoring calculus this quarter as usual (very, very sad, and no, I am not being sarcastic, sheesh). So not only does fall quarter mean […]

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randomness, to make up for the insanely long posts down there
“So,” asks a girl who’s known me on an acquaintance level for a year by now, “do you go by Yasmine or Jasmin?”
I raise an eyebrow (I do a lot of this, in case you haven’t noticed). “Let me put it this way,” I say. […]

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dennis the menace
I met a little boy yesterday. His name is Dennis, but he looks like a five-year-old version of the character Malcolm from the television series “Malcolm in the Middle.” Brown-haired and green-eyed, he earnestly wishes his father weren’t angry with him so often, and that his parents would get along better.
He’s only […]

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when all else fails…
U: ok…hey:
U: Do you think it’d be odd if I became so well-off, like real comfy in life
U: I mean not having to answer to anybody…
U: And then I started dressing like a pirate
Yasmine: hmmmm
Yasmine: Pirate?
U: You know, eye patches, do-rags on the head, and shredded shirts
Yasmine: Why a pirate?
Yasmine: Eye patch […]

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even red bull can’t make me do this
I paused before making a right turn on a red light this morning, giving the right-of-way to a young guy who was bobbing his head in time to whatever was blasting out of his Queen-Amidala’s-hairdo-sized headphones.
He acknowledged me with a brief wave of thanks as he crossed through […]

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cute cute cute…
There is nothing quite so adorable as hearing a little pre-schooler ask hopefully, “Do you want to hold my hand?”
Even if he did call me “Jasmin.”

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