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A few thoughts:

1. As I walked back from my French class tonight, I saw two sisters from the Missionaries of Charity (Mother Teresa's order) on the corner of 4th ave and 9th st.  Mother Teresa was Albanian.  My French teacher is Albanian.  My French teacher looks like Mother Teresa.
2. Six degrees of separation.  There's this girl named Nona who is in my year at Tisch.  I'm not friends with her, but my boyfriend is.  She cut his hair for him.  Nona went to Stuyvesant for high school where she was friends with this girl named Molly.  Molly goes to Drexel, a university of over 20,000 students.  She is friends with TWO of my friends who go there.  I think she even hooked up with one of them last year...I hooked up with him as well, two years ago.  Facebook is weird like that.
3. The Britney documentary upset me yesterday.  Alex and I were saying in class today that her growth is obviously stunted at a 15-year-old's maturity level.  I still love her though.  Go Brit Brit!
4. This is awesome
5. Also this