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Jane is someone's blogspiration. I mean, I'm sure she's many people's blogspiration, but it's nice to see a shout-out in text.

I'm sick. Thanks to everyone who helped make this happen - Jane, Daddy, Mommy. I'll never forget what you did for me.

Meng got a big deal, and will be spending 2 weeks of every month in Atlanta. I hope his new prospective roommate gets a facebook of all the folks who have keys, and may be randomly dropping in on him/her.

Mary is moving in to my place for a few weeks. Brownies -- you want 'em, I'll have 'em.

Anne! When are you coming home? Reveal the details. I am being pressured to make plans for the next month.

India: I had a very excellent time. The Pressure Pusher Pro (Sid's mom) wanted Sara to stay an extra couple of weeks, but sadly, even after multiple late night calls to the US office, we could not make that happen. She's also anxious for me to return with Steven -- acupuncture ahoy!

I have a newfound understanding for what our Indian customers go through to make payment, and even just use our service, and I now understand why so many payments arrive priority mail, as it seems to be the only way smart people send money in India. Also, worst job in India has got to be mailman. Address takes on a looser meaning, to include "near"s, and "off of"s.

No need to go to a wildlife preserve, folks. We saw more elephants out working hard than we did on the boat ride that everyone swore up and down was practically pulled by elephants.

Did they ever tell you in science class how, before an electrical storm, you can tell it's coming because your hair will all stand on end? Yeah, that's true. Happened to us sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake. My tip to you? Suddenly feel "sleepy", and lay down in the boat.

If you want to view the pics, it's funny. Even though Jane didn't go, you'll need to m1ssjane.

I wanted a turtle, what did I get?

Turtle, turtle, turtle, I made you out of clay. Festive, I know. I want a turtle, we all know that. So today I went on a hunt for one. First we went to Petco, you know, where the pets go. No, all the pets, except for turtles. Actualy there weren't that many animals there. Then they directed us to another pet store. Yeah well Frazer Zo (that's right it was missing an o) smells and keeps animal in boxes. It's absurd how smelly it was. Then you look down and realize there are mice, rabbits and gerbils in these giants boxes. It was not healthy. They didn't have turtles either, but it's questionable how healthy the turtle would be if I got it there. Then we went to Petsmart, the reigning champ of all pet stores. They didn't have turtle, but they did have a $200 tortoise. Tempting, but I turned it down. But if you ever had to choose a pet store, petsmart totally rules. It has a goggolplex of animals. They had cats to adopt, puppy training, little sweaters for dogs, all sorts of good stuff. So we've come to the conclusion that it's illegal to sell turtles in Pennsylvania, and indian women have stolen them all. No wait they only steal babies. So I might ask for a turtle that you can order online for christmas. Why are turtles so complicated?

Word Vomit.

What did I do this week? Basically nothing. Mary babysat. Steven babysat. Mary babysat. Lots of babysitting for Janie was done this week. I only had two real days of school. Monday and Tuesday - School, not cool. Wednesday - Field Trip to DC. Thursday - Retreat. Friday - Me sitting at home watching too much TV.

I think my class has brainwashed me. After watching "Mean Girls" on the bus home from DC I realized Prom is word vomit. It just comes out, even though you don't want to talk about it. I'm constantly talking to someone about their dress, or the afterparty, or transportation. It's sick. I hate prom, it takes over your life. For some reason, I think it's a good topic of converstaion, but really, no one wants to talk about. I finished the playlist this week, so now I can stop talking about that. But every 5 seconds I'm telling someone something about prom, and if it drives me crazy, imagine how much I'm boring other people..probably like I'm boring you right now.

I want it to snow. I'm sick of it just being plain cold. It's Nov-time for snow-ember. It's probably just because I wasn't home for most of the snow last year, but I can't wait for the first snowfall. Literally, it's obscene how excited I am for it. When it snows it going to be amazing. It being freezing is boring but snow, now that's exciting. And snow days...oh so glorious.

Hopefully next week will be more eventful. Monday and Tuesday is school, but I can handle a two day week. Ew! Gross Samantha (that's right the American Girl doll no one likes) movie is on instead of Gilmore Girls. This is me being very, very mad. Wednesday- Mary and I ruckuss GW. Thursday- Return of the Chinese Thanksgiving dinner. Sometime before the end of the week I need to get a prom dress. Word Vomit. I'm going to stop now.

Weekend Update with Jane

I will be unsick by Sunday if it's the last thing I do. I'm coming up on my 3 week anniversary with this lovely cough. Sometimes it's just time to say goodbye, it's the cough not me, and we definitely can't be friends. As you can tell currently there's trouble in paradise, but we had some good times together: the time when Gloria made me soup to get rid of you, that day I missed school because of you, the weekend I denied Mary of seeing the Incredibles three times because of you, the time when I thought you'd be gone in two weeks, the times I took cough syrup that expired two years ago, the time I ate yogurt for the first time in two years to get rid of you, the several nights I spent at home trying to get rid of you, the time when I thought I might have mono, the time I threatened people I would spread your love...I could go on, but I think it's time we see other people.

I'm very mad at campus corner right now. We just ordered two chicken cheesesteaks and cheese fries. What did we get? One chicken cheesesteak, regular fries. That is not cool Campus Corner. I don't appreciaate that.

The Best extracurricular activity ever: Yellowcard coming to school! I rocked out. Yellowcard rocked out. The whole high school rocked out and we were all happy. We all wore our kilts and homemade tshirts. Y100 came out and raffled off signed posters and cds. Sadly, I didn't win. Now everyone is obsessed with Yellowcard. Their pictures cover peoples' daily planners. Everyone calls the band members by their first name and swear that he smiled right at her! Overall, best one hour concert I've ever attended. Only, but still the best. Yes, yes, keep rocking. No, no, don't stop rocking.

Everyone at school is getting all crazy about Ring Mass/Dance. All I ever hear about are the 3 D's: Dresses, Dates and Decorations. Luckily, I'm the head of the music committee so my job of getting the DJ (completed) and making the playlist isn't too strenuous.

Fun Fact Bonanza!

Fun Fact: I was taking medicine that expired two years ago. Then I was taking medicine that expired two months ago, and finally I sprung for some medicine that expire in 2006.

Okay who are you, mystery commentor? Antoine, you hit Sarah Manthey's blog, and now mine? I don't even live in New Orleans. And "???" come on don't bust on the bengals. And at least make up a sweeter code name.

Tuesday night's results are a sore subject for me, and I'd rather not discuss it.

Other fun facts I learned this week: Team Tennis is more fun to watch than real tennis. It's getting cold, and I should stop trying to deny winter. I don't like Middle States commitees; they make us think critically. I hate school shoes, and the next time I get yelled at for them I'm coming to school barefoot.

One day I'll stop coughing. One day I'll give up smoking.

Everything's crazy in the world.

Because we may be looking at 4 more years of W. Lots of election coverage in India, both of the presidential race, and some House seat in Lousiana that an Indian is running for. Tomorrow's front page headline will be

INDIAN TAKES US HOUSE SEAT!
Presidential race still undecided.

No tigers have been spotted as of yet, but we snagged an invite to a wedding reception, where the groom's cousins seemed to be assigned to flutter after us and stuff us with food. In fact, a great many people seem to have been assigned to stuff us with food. Sid's stepdad Nirmal is the new pressure pusher in town, having pressured Anne right out of her position. He tries to feed us AT LEAST once every 2 hours.

In other news, Jane, does the removal of your book from the link list mean you have given up on your writing career? Also, can someone please check that my boyfriend survived Election Night? Preggie ladies beware... your acupuncturist may be suffering the side effects of election night dispair.