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I truly tried to watch Fahrenheit 451

Oct 06, 2010 - 0 comments
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Fahrenheit 451

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brain

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sleep

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french accent

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blonde combover

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focus

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Democracy essay

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MLA format

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house fire

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creative writing

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second person

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psychology

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personality

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erik erikson

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stupid giggling girls

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culinary

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sean cul

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daniella cul

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chef

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pass out

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sick ginger

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voc student

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wheelchair

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lime juice

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juicing

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effort

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strained muscles

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Pain

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shaking

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Culinary institue of america

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new england culinary institute

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recomendations

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jen CM

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alumni

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college essays

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kitchen experience



I did. But my brain simply couldn't. So I fell asleep.  The french accents were so thick I couldn't understand  them anyways, and everyone had the same blonde combover. I was so comfused. Ugh. I will try harder tomarrow to follow. I need to write my Democracy essay. Yuck. Not yuck to democracy, yuck to mandatory opinion essays in MLA format.

I was just on fire today, otherwise. I pounded out a sick essay about a house burning down for my 2nd person narrative. I really like it, which is odd for me.

Almost finished 50 questions for Psych. I went from 17 for 41 in not much time- it was so much easier to concentrate without stupid giggling girls sitting next to me.

Culinary was alright. Sean sits down. Chef yells at him to get up and help clean. He says no, he doesn't feel well. Daniella is getting him a glass of water. Chef tells him drink the water and help. About 30 seconds pass and I hear "Chef....Sean just passed out." He literally just toppled out of his chair and hit the cement. Huge red spot on his forhead. He's a ginger, but he was a sick shade of white. Like ten nurse type people came in cause he's a voc student I guess, and took all these tests and took him away in a wheelchair. I felt bad. He hit the ground pretty hard.

Then I kept juicing about 30 limes. Have you ever juiced a lime? The friction rubbed the skin on my hands raw, which then stung in the juice. My muscles strained with the effort of jamming a dull wooden thing into the middle of a healthy lime. Oh dear, I was so tired after I was shaking. People kept shooting me looks, afraid I was going to pass out too. It was embarassing.

The CIA guy is coming in tomarrow! I need to write my essay, and my NECI essay, and **** there's just so much I need to do. I applied to  both schools already, technically, though. Ok. I can do this. Jen at work said she'd write me a letter of recomendation and I can definetly put her down as my boss for my cul experience. Yay. I have her for a NECI alumni, and chef for a CIA alumni, I can do this. This is all within reach. I just need to stay focused. And get some sleep.

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