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Name: Chantal
Country: Canada
Birthday: 5/26/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Painting, Samuel Clemens, Oscar Wilde, and John Wyndham, Calculus, Photography, acquainting myself with culinary techniques, beers and teas of the world, curious to learn more about the great automobile, laughter (yes, I'm interested in it), dancing, greening my thumb, my own family history, and well, the list continues to approach infinity minus 1.
Expertise: Mad laughter, applying paint to a brush, chopping things finely (how morbid), playing practical jokes, excessive worrying and over-analyzing, patience, consuming copious amounts of black licorice, and eventually, a degree to grace me with a tangible piece of evidence of my expertise at something useful.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Mathematicalish
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
4/29/2003
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"They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard!"
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Order of future major purchases:
1. A drum set.
2. If not further self-taught, then an education at some sort of art institute.
3. A trip to Russia/Spain/Poland.
3. A house.
Slowly moving up the job-chain.
Tutoring has commenced, and fairly successfully.
I'm slow moving, but I do get to where I need to go eventually. :)
So, what are you planning on investing in?
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| Holy crow! Who turned off the heat!?!?!
Purple knuckles are all the rage.
Only 20 days and 2 hours
until...
SPRING!
Or so the calendar reads.
Tomorrow, we throw a little surprise party for a friend.
I can't wait till we see his face.
It'll be the best moment of this week.
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A couple of days ago, a young lady came to our store and was ready to purchase all her Christmas goodies. She turned around to look at our chocolate calendars, and then expressed fond memories of when she used to receive them as a child but that she was much to old for it now.
For a brief moment, a look of sadness swept across her face, and then she returned to the task at hand.
I had to tend to another customer, but scribbled down on a piece of paper to give her a calendar.
As I was serving someone else, I could hear laughter up at the front, and figured she was amused by the little gift.
Amused was not the word.
She was touched.
So touched, that she waited for about 10 minutes while I finished my customer so that she could give me a hug and and a kiss and say "Thank you and Bless you". I could see tears in her eyes.
Now I was touched.
I told her "You're never too old for Chocolate" and wished her a Merry Christmas.
She couldn't stop smiling.
As I walked away, I started to tear up.
I wish I had told her "Bless you for brightening *my* day".
Thank you, dear Miss Calendar, wherever you are.
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In between memorizing double-angle formulas and eating too many sour bears.
Today's supper: bacon, donuts, and Tabouli (yes, it deserves a capital "T").
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