It's also called a thumb piano, which coincidentally answers the other part of the question. Sounds rather cristalline https://youtube.com/watch?v=so7HGFeOdfw

I see what you're doing (and it's working, thank you)
I started having intense chest pain last year (now I know it's just the cartilage of my ribs that decided an inflamation was a nice gift) and realized I'd put myself on hold for too long to focus on others and things that I thought were important, like grades. And I discovered I love just walking outside. For the Portuguese I was spending the first lockdown at my parents (nd there's only 1 room that I couldn't invade too much so I had to momentarily drop my hobbies. But they had been thinking about going to Portugal a while ago and had bought a language book which I found and thought "why the heck not"). The kalimba just sounds really nice so I checked Amazon for it and it was like 13€

Only when I'm really horny.

Fitness (not your level and type of fitness, I just started walking 1 hour a day everyday), diet (only healthy stuff with the occasional chocolate and not so occasional homemade pies, stopped drinking coke and rediscovered water-side effect, I've dropped 20 pounds since February and my pants don't fit anymore), sleep patterns (8 hours!! -that's hard to maintain atm but as soon as I'm living alone again it's gonna be easy) and as for skills I recently picked up Portuguese and started playing the kalimba!
Now for the rest my work ethic is on pause since I don't have a job now, only hobbies that I don't want to turn into work, and I'm not really into hairstyles and make-up so I'm gonna cheat and sneakily tick them off the list anyways. So I need friends (the end of lockdown will probably help, whenever it happens) and to prove myself I'm not garbage.
(also it's a bit more ok now, still a hamster but down to only "aaaaa")

"it is common for babies to not do so at all, instead only passing the meconium after they are born" I didn't know that! Thought they all happily meconiumed in the uterus. As for the semantics I reckon I was pushing it a bit, it is rather tricky. (also, whether it was by choice or necessity, your "not-really-eating" year sounds heavy, hope you're ok)

Now we're talking good stuff!! Ok when I get back to writing again I might just write that story for you.

Fantastic do you think I can move to space to be as far away from you as possible?
(Although I do have a recipe for mouse soufflé in a book somewhere so why not. Just be aware the mice I can get my hands on taste a lot like pears and have a similar texture and nutritional value.)

I'm currently not a champion, rather a hamster frozen in the middle of its cage with a brain going "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
I know what you said it's true on some level but my problem rn comes from the fact that I'm too weak to oppose a strong will to my family's "advice", which led to a really awkward time bc I've spent 1hour feeling like an idiot in front of a guy I don't know who expected me to be smart and now I need to find the strength to 1. disappoint everyone -family, a teacher and that guy- by telling them I don't want to do a phd (there will be disappointment, no need to deny that) and 2. fight my own crippling fear of not having a source of income if I don't enroll in a 3-year program on stuff I couldn't care less about.
I know it's up to me to change things, but I just really wish to be possessed by a ghost who could run my life while I take a vacation in the void.
But hey, in the past year I've indeed changed 4 things of the list :D

Well I don't know, first of all a baby "poops" in the uterus, even though it hasn't the same compositon as regular poop -that's why I hesitated to mention babies and fetuses and settled for "people who haven't been born yet-.
Second of all, when the diseases you mention are treated, the patients end up taking shits. If they don't get treated... When my grandma and granpa moved in together (I swear I'm going somewhere with this), my grandma was too embarrassed to poop for 3 weeks, after which the pain and vomiting were so intense she went to see a physician who basically told her "congrats, you managed to poison your blood by not pooping".
Unless your adult is a clone and thus ages very rapidly, I think they either poop or die.

Perfect. Do yu have a favorite pie flavor I need to practice baking?

That's weird I've always had the exact opposite outlook. I'm ok to be taken by the forces of nature or my own, but being defeated by a mere human being? What a dishonor.

Haha that reminds me of a tumblr post that said basically what you said about modern ghosts and they suggested a ghost that'd yell "it's Britney bitch" everyday at 3 am...
Regarding the language thing however, most haunted areas I've heard of are in secluded areas, deep in the countryside... and even today in remote places of France like the one I'm living in, you try speaking English and all you'll get as an answer is "hello...my tailor is rich... Brian in the kitchen". 100 years ago the townspeople were speaking Breton anyways so I suggest using Google translate to directly speak to the ghosts in all the local dialects that have been spoken in the region.

*gestures broadly at the post* this is what disturbs you?

I thought you were with cousins/siblings, what a fool I was to have underestimated your powerful frogginess.

*sigh* I'm sorry to say you can't fuck this one, but a lot of ammonite fossils are in kind of a bad shape so some of the inner part of the spiral may be missing, thus allowing us to use it as a pasta measurer or enabling you to put whatever you want in it.
Bleeding will definitely occur, we're (sadly) talking about fucking rocks here.

@mialinay, I think it's the latter. It used to also happen in XIXth century France, I remember being shocked af when I read one of the children books from the Comtesse de Ségur and this exact thing happened. The parents were just "jolly good news, allow us to cry on the rich man's feet and say him how perfect he is".