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Saturday, December 18, 2010 ( 4:36 AM ) shut up christine where shall i start i almost set fire --not intentionally-- to a stack of christmas gifts m's ex-girlfriend had given him this year. she got him three 2011 desktop calendars (three of the exact same calendars) and two mousepads sidenote: these are very appropriate gifts to give an ex, in my opinion i had innocently set my hot curling iron atop the stack of calendars, then forgot about it luckily m sniffed the burning paper and all three calendars survived oh and i didn't pass the class. i needed to take a little time to sit and process it has been a rather devastating time for me however two weeks ago, i thought life would end if i didn't pass. i am alive i told my parents (fml) but it wasn't as horrible as i thought it would be i was holding baby leah when i gave them the news, which totally helped. add baby exploitation to my résumé of shameless qualities i wrote a goodbye letter to my cohort, which was the hardest, saddest part of all. but the response i got back was pure love i was sleeping 12-14 hours a day (depression, much? actually, i think it has more to do with the severity of my anemia) but when i was awake, i would wake to an inbox full of supportive, encouraging, beautiful messages. texts, emails, phonecalls holy crap. i cry when i think about it, it is probably the nicest thing that has ever happened to me. i have to wait six months so that i can retake the class with the next cohort when it's offered in june which isn't so bad, in the end :) during these next six months my time will be spent studying first line drug therapies (again. and again. and again...) and volunteering at the hospital with my clinical instructor --who has done so much for me. in those first few harrowing nights she had texted me i don't want you to give up. simple words that will stay with me and makoto is a keeper. that's his name by the way. it means 'truth' in japanese the recent events with school put a strain on our relationship we are far from perfect we argue we argue about which gas filled the hindenburg (hydrogen, i win. he thought it was helium.) we argue about the etymology of sean comb's moniker Puff Daddy (i believe it's referencing pubic hair - a 'puff daddy' is a playah. logical, no? makoto thinks it's alluding to those puffy jackets. pfffft)  we have our issues just like everyone else but its those little things that make it work what i'm about to write won't make a lot of sense, but maybe you will understand one night i stayed up until 5am playing bejewled on my laptop, in bed. he slept soundly the whole night, with his hand on my arm he bakes me vegan cupcakes that are terrible but he makes them and that makes them okay he sings along to lady gaga in the car he says the most random things when i was sad after i heard the bad news, we went to the beach and we stood quietly on the pier looking at the ocean i thought he was going to say something profound but he only spoke of how a bird flew into fabio's face and i could not stop laughing this is what matters (the little things, not the bird & fabio) #
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There's so much I could say here, but I'll stick with this: if the man knew enough to make you laugh then, your words are wrong because you are indeed pretty close to perfect, pretty close being as close as anyone gets.
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Failed tests get do-overs; a man who tells you about the bird and fabio at the precise moment you most need to hear it doesn't come along quite so often. you know what I'm saying. (And that bird/fabio image is funny no matter what; the man has good material.) Merry Christmas to both of you! # posted by
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