some open letters

Dear whoever is mowing the lawn directly outside my window:

Some of us are trying to study, you know? Some of us have 60% neuroscience exams on Saturday and would like to learn all this stuff about colour vision without feeling like there are pebbles rolling around inside our heads scraping away the knowledge as fast as we can get it to adhere.

BAD FORM.

Grumpily,

Fahye

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Dear self:

Exam period is not a game of CAKE OR DEATH.

(So stop consuming junk, and stop whining.)

- F

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Dear flist:

I am finally back in the black on my personal disposable income budget, and if tonight's tutoring session is not cancelled then I will have a whole $50 to spend! What do I want to buy?

Yours in impending wealth,

Fahye

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