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and then our exile

Sunday, October 19, 2003 at 11:33 p.m.

Nomenclature is my word of the day. Mainly because yesterday I was trying to think and think of what it was, but kept on returning to "nominational". On something of the same note, i believe i spoke much today. After making my point i'd continue on, an engine running without gas...
i have also been too verbose on this glob. i will cut it out. tomorrow.

well. a rather full day in the city, characterized by a late-start-while-i-was-in-the-shower-after-a-haircut-which-made-me-miss-the-bus-and-my-mother-come-with-me-to-zacharya's-soshecouldkeepthecar-which-was-okay-but-a-massive-accident-on-the-whitemud-involving-a-truck-smashed-into-a-lamp-post, and then a time with him i found beautiful. and a walk by the river. my compartmentalized view of edmonton is slowly drawing together, helped along by such events. i must remember to send the story of jurjah and khalid bin walid (ra).
then, to frank oliver the policeman and LC of UPMC, and three pigeons, followed by postering everywhere: downtown now has posters everywhere you spot security personnel. and i carried an open knife. though not cross-stitching.
one major regret: we did not make use of fotographie while figuring out how to decorate mr. howe's window. before and after pictures, you know?
my SPPPAF didn't exactly fall flat, but nearly. marilyn wasn't supposed to ask what it was--everyone else [jeff, alex, doug] were nodding their heads sagely, saying "ah". she blew my cover. and, who gets annoyed when people constantly write notes at meetings?

ammi: all your friends have mothers from saskatchewan.
me: ^_^
i have been told that the faculty of music & faculty of education are in the same building. the two possibly passed one another in the halls.

[down with halloween!; looking forward to phyllis webb.]
[o happy night! i have just now received marks back for each of my assignments this english unit. and they are all {each and every one} 100%!. and she wants to use one of my responses as a sample.! mr.bell did that last year with the poetry unit, but still: yay! & alhamdulillah.! now, if only this would happen with physics or math...]

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