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Dear everyone,

Whoops... didn’t finish my detective story. Fortunately though, I got to the part where I was planning to, and turned it in. Hopefully there will be a lot of red marks on it so that I can learn... and edit! I don’t want you guys to read it until I’m finished, because a lot of the facts are still a bit... err, made up by yours truly. Another week or two of waiting should be fine, right? I used the UK English spellcheck, which made Andrew happier than I thought it would.

In other news, Harry finally gave my Pikachu hat back at lunch today... it is currently sitting next to me while I listen to classical music on my (one of three pairs of) headphones and type out this lengthy blog thing, waiting endlessly for the Internet to work. They say that the boys in McNeal (one of the main male dorms) are using up the bandwidth by playing numerous online games. And I just got to a huge cliffhanger in this anime I’m watching, and if that’s ever happened to you... I doubt it has... then you know what I mean. It’s the same with books, movies, TV... cliffhangers just suck, period. And when the Internet doesn’t load but you know it’s there and ready on a hundred different websites, your mind can wander.

Have you ever read Sherlock Holmes? He’s a detective who uses a lot of deductive reasoning skills and who has no sexual interest whatsoever in anyone. Don’t believe the movies. That’s all bullshit. They twisted Irene Adler from being the only woman who could outsmart him to being a love interest. Umm, what?? Sherlock only met her like, twice anyway! Whatever. Anyway, we started a new book in class; a new author, new detective, new era, new country. It’s SO MUCH DIFFERENT. Sherlock Holmes was that classy asshole British stuck-up who is so conceited that he claims to be smarter than everyone except for his brother. Now we’re reading Chandler. And one of his detectives (the one we’ve begun with), who is called Philip Marlowe, is a very strange character indeed. As Andrew puts it, “he doesn’t do much detecting.” He basically wanders around, observes what he likes, and somehow pieces together the puzzle. In fact, I don’t even know what he’s doing. But the writing is very poetic. Our discussions are always interesting. We talked about pornography for a good portion of class today.

There’s a trip to Disneyland over the weekend. See how slyly I slipped from porn to Disney? Haaaah. Anyway, yeah, so there’s a trip there this weekend, and I think it’d be really nice to get off the cold mountain and have a good trip to a new place. A lot of kids gave me really weird looks when I said I’d never been. There’s not any snow, is there? Good. It’s been snowing on and off. The black ice is deadly. On Friday, it snowed. On Saturday, EVERYTHING melted (all three inches!). On Sunday, it snowed. On Monday, EVERYTHING melted (all two inches!). Today, it was warm. Monday morning was beautiful. I looked out the window and everything was freshly white with a good blanket of snow. However, walking to class was difficult. I almost slipped twice, but I was good. I treated my boots for the water on Saturday night, which helped. Over the weekend I ended up spending more than fifteen dollars for boot crap. Seriously?! The required spray was eight dollars (I’m rounding down), and the stuff that keeps them healthy was five (again).

AHA! THE INTERNET IS WORKING NOW! Can you feel my excitement rushing toward you like a hungry cheetah to its unfortunate prey?! Faster, even! This is the famous ‘Net! News travels faster than the speed of light!

Obviously, it was too good to last. Oh well, I’m used to it. When I get off the hill for Thanksgiving break you know I’ll load over fifty tabs of TV. At least the Internet does work during the day, usually.

I’ve been going off on random tangents; I’ve barely even talked about my day. And now I’ve reading seven hundred words. Jeez. I’m a rambler. You must be bored. Unless my “easy-to-read, conversational tone” is keeping you interested. I’ve been told I’m very literal minded and have a really relaxed, colloquial writing style. Is that good? Any fun to read? I try not to be too stiff. It’s always been difficult for me to read more than one paragraph with big words in it.

This reminds me of Chandler. But... I shouldn’t... but... I have to... okay I’ll tell you. Apparently he was raised in Britain but his characters are SO American compared to Holmes it’s not even funny. The short sentences, the slangy speech, the way people treat each other... And I can tell it’s American at first glance, even if it is from 1939. Regardless, the writing is still great.

Okay. Gotta get to my week. Okay... my week... well... more like my weekend. And Monday. Which I’ve already talked about. So. I guess my blog post is over. Which is good, because after getting to just under a thousand words in half of an hour hurts my pinky finger. The way I type is weird. I used my pointers and thumbs yet still have the speed of my mother. If you’ve seen her type then you would know. If not, then watch someone who is good at typing type. Dammit, I’m rambling again...

So before I bore you to death, dear readers, I would like to thank you for reading my posts and congratulate you for having gone through it without cutting off your fingers from sheer boredom. Thank you!

Love,

Callie

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P.S. The Internet always lasts long enough for me to watch the thirty-second ad, but never enough to allow me access to the anime episode. How upsetting. Shrug.

P.P.S. If I had stopped at the last P.S., there would have been exactly a thousand words. Twenty-five more isn’t that many. I guess.