House
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“Would you like to be buried, sir, or dissected? Whichever you pick, you’ll get your lungs cut out and photographed.”
The most difficult thing about having a blog (or website, as it is now known to some) is thinking up what to write about. I’m working on some projects that will hopefully be making an appearance on here in the near future – before 2012, that is – but nothing concrete at the moment. Continue reading
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My Chemical Romance Lyrics Save Lives. But Not Test Results.
What I hate about exams is that they sneak up on you. The date is so far away, then it’s next week, then in two days, then… Tomorrow. Unfortunately, this IAA is not an exam I can make up on the spot. With humanities, this is pretty easy – all you have to do Continue reading
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I Can’t Believe She Just Wrote That
I finished watching House with my mother about half an hour ago, and they were treating a girl with cancer/liver failure/heart problems/facial bruising. The more distinguishing factors in the episode was that the girl in question, whose name was Frankie, was a serial blogger. She frequently fought with her boyfriend about the lack of Continue reading
