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Author
The author is a paranoid, deranged and cynical misanthrope who records snippets of her life so that she will remember them when she grows old
and withered. The identities of any names or initials on this blog are based on the assumptions of the reader unless otherwise specified, and the author claims no responsibility for them.
Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
Finally I took the time to upload the pictures from my camera. Not that there were many.
His Majesty's Theatre, where we met up for the opera Nabucco on August the 24th (yes sars, your birthday). Class nerd's standing in my way. Ok, I shan't be so mean. After all, he's pretty nice and helpful, except that he's overly-pampered and weird.
The front of the theatre.
Flying through the months to get to last week...
My house in its glorious almost finished state.
See above.
My room!!! At least in the future.
This was taken through the empty doorknob hole. That's the living room and kitchen. There's still a huge portion to the left that can't be seen...