yes i am alive

So I have been sick...again. I'm not talking about the Ferris Buller kind of sick where you somehow convince your mother to let you stay home from school. Then you spend the day watching Gargoyles and wondering just why Lexington's wings were different from the rest and eating Pop-Tarts (man I miss Pop-Tarts). No, I'm talking about the kind of sick where all you want to do is die but you can't even do that because Death won't come near you for fear of catching what you have. But then the antibiotics finally kicked in and I can do stuff again, like breath, and eat. Its awesome!

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Here is part of Sarah (S) and My (C) radio show from this week (we dedicated the show to My Dad because it was his birthday, and to 50 Cent because we knew how to talk about him in Mongolian!) ZA!

S: Bagshnar babes.
C: Wake up with the king. (*note* we always follow our name with a random slogan)
S: What the hell?
C: You know, the king. The burger king king? It’s their slogan. “Wake up with the king.”
S: ohhh, okay cass. I get it.
C: Although I friggin hate the Burger King King.
S: Why?
C: Because he’s so freaky. I mean okay what would you do if, I mean like, okay... first of all people wake up and he’s in their bed. And then he gives them a crossaintwich and then it’s cool. There’s nothing cool about that.
S: I don’t like crossaintwiches. But if he just gave me a croissant, I would take it. Like a chocolate croissant? Oh man.
C: First of all, how can you not like croissantwiches, that’s just wrong, on so many levels. Second of all, if I woke up next to the King, I would scream, grab my beast of a flashlight and beat the burger out of him. And if he offered me a stupid breakfast sandwich, I’m not eating that. No matter how good that smells.
S: But I really like chocolate croissants.
C: Sarah, you’re the kind of person that gets killed first in horror films. But chocolate croissants are good.

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Thanksgiving was baixgvi in the Cho. I won some money in a teachers sports competition and went out to eat with my teachers.

Yesterday was Mongolian Revolutionary (Independence) Holiday. I went out to the club with Sarah and her school's teachers. I love dancing in Mongolia! I get to be cool by default. On the way home I managed to slam my face into a bar and have a lovely bruise on the bridge of my nose, but it is not broken. I suppose that I will fall down an open man hole next!

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I own exactly 26 pairs of underware, all of which I washed yesterday. It took 2 hours. O_o I've got blisters on me fingers!

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It is still cold frigid freezing arctic piercingly polar