Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold but with you forever I'll stay,
We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold so put on your stockin's baby 'cause the night's getting cold,
And everything dies baby that's a fact,
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back...
- Atlantic City, Bruce Springsteen
Here is the place where I am to ramble about life and love and languages. You'll probably encounter some quasi-anthropological ranting and a lot of wanderlust. I do try not to be too emo, and occasionally throw in things of worldly interest, so stop by and read if you have a few minutes. :)
Whom to Know
- Elindomiel
- I'm a university student who likes languages, literature, and having friends from all over the world.
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- Oh the Mirth
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- Geography 911
- Music and Trees
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- Tall Kid
- Beating the Heat
- "F" For "Freak"
- New Desktop Background
- Everything Dies
- Where Summer Left Me
- More Words
- First Five
- Words
- First Day of School
- Favourite Songs
- Mrs. Burroughs
- South American Fantasy
- The Wonders of Wal Mart
- Brilliant Disguise
- Winter Blues
- Catch Phrase
- TriMo Update
- Greek to Me
- Rain Forests
- 1001 Natural Wonders
- Another Day
- Rush Hour Greek
- Seasons
- Dan-De-Lion Pissenlit
- Home Stretch
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