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About damn time, too! Weird Al just wasn’t working for me. This one is “gacked” (and then edited, of course) from katespade.info.

Nerdgasms 2007 Year in Review

Because I lack both the originality and the recall necessary to recount my year without the constant prompting of a meme, I have “gacked” the following from one of my Livejournal friends. Don’t ask what “gacked” means or what its etymology could possibly be. (Actually, Urban Dictionary mostly describes it as being high on cocaine or meth. Stealing only comes into it by definition #5!) I’m sure we can all agree that internet speak is complete nonsense. I hope the person who came up with “gacked” is proud of themselves. Or perhaps they were so high that they don’t even remember their linguistic innovations.

So what did I get up to in 2007? The account in this blog is certainly piecemeal, so maybe I should remedy that. Or something.

1. What did you do in 2007 that you’d never done before?
I moved abroad. Well, not “moved” moved, but enough of a move to be a hassle. To England specifically, to get my MA.

A Phone Call With My Italian Grandmother, Who Incidentally Betrothed Me To Someone Whose Name She Did (and Still Does) Not Know When I Was But a Fetus

Me: “Hello?”
Nana: “Oh hello. Is my other granddaughter there?”
Me: “No she’s not home yet. Do you want me to let her know you called?”
Nana: “Yes please. I know she’s home and I haven’t gotten to see her! Not that I get to see you very often either…”
Me: “Yea I know. But I will tell her you called and I’m sure we’ll all get together soon!”
Nana: “Good. Because I want to know if she’s seen M. (her ex) at all.”
Me: “I don’t know if she has. He hasn’t been around here.”
Nana: “Oh, that’s too bad. Because I liked him, apparently. (A/N: She did not.) But then, I liked the old M. too.”
Me: “Yea, they’re both good guys.”
Nana: “And I want to ask her about it, because I know she’ll always tell me. She’s very open about her life.”
Me: “Yea, she’s pretty open.”
Nana: “And I don’t like to pry. You know I don’t like to pry.”
Me: “Of course not.”
Nana: “So I like that she shares these things with me. I like hearing about it.”
Me: “She’s a good girl, that Meri.”
Nana: “Oh definitely.”
Me: “Well, I’ll tell her you called. Love you!”
Nana: “Love you too. Goodbye now.”
Me: “Bye.”

For the record, in her book I hit Old Maid status at some point in 2005. There is still some hope for Meri though, as she is not quite 20.