I like that song too. Just so you know.
Crazy Sexy Cool, eh? Like your mama. You like your mama don't you? She's good times. Flashing hurts my brain. Must make it stop.
STOP!
Sweet! It worked.
So, yeah, I've got to call lots of ppl tomorrow. One I REALLY don't want to, one I REALLY REALLY want to. Others I'm meh about. Whatever.
Hey, it's after midnight. Happy birthday mom! I have to write down what I have to get to prepare for the big day soon. I'm also treating myself to a discman. It's on coupon at Costco. I'm using my football money for it. I'm soooooo happy I won it. I can't even believe it! WOOHOO!
Before I write an email to my prof, I'd just like to tell franchise that I am again truly sorry his Steelers didn't make it to the superbowl. I'm sure they will persevere next season and lead me to another strong first place pool finish.
Peace out, yo!
January 28, 2002. 12:56 AM.
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I AM IMPAIRED!
Tomorrow I must get up early but I like the fogginess of impairedness. I'm going to sleep well tonight, let me tell you.
FYI - I got my discman today. It's so super-nice. I can't wait to use it.
FYotherI - I called a few meh's today but no wow or bow-wows. Whatever. I'm a paranoid mofo today. On the way home tonight I thought that every car contained cops just looking for a reason to get me. I was scared. I am no longer scared about it. It's rather funny on second thought.
I AM SO TIRED!!!
I must go to bed for some satisfying slumber. Peace out, yo!
January 29, 1:03 AM.
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Word to your mother!
Just felt like saying it. Don't mind me. Just pissed off b/c my cameraman-loving, law breaking prof is a huge whore. Not much you can do but console me and help me think up a plot to have her fired. Won't be too difficult...
Besides that everything is peachy keen. Can't complain about much. I don't even hate FFF too much b/c she's planning to complain to the department about the evil prof. Thing is, she deserves those marks. My group did not. I'm thinking about crafting an eloquent letter of complaint, but don't know who I'd send it to. I'll get the general consensus in class on Thursday and take it from there.
So I'm procrastinating on Friday and decide to check out other ppl's web pages. You know, compare the quality of my pages with others. Based on this link, I have no competition when it comes to open letters. Actually, this page was the best one I found as far as personal homepages go. I know it's not quite as good as mine, but better than all the imbeciles I found. Like, have you ever just randomly looked at home pages? I mean, 9.9 times out of 10, they're just unbelievable garbage. And the self-deprecating ones! It's cute when I do it (since I do it sparingly) but there are these girls who are like, "not that anyone reads this, hehe" every two fucking seconds. Enough already!!!! I have erased some from my memory but here's a pretty bad site for that. I hate this girl already. Maybe I'm evil. Whatever.
Well, that's it for now since I have to study for tomorrow's mid-term and then go hear some ppl sing karaoke at Roosters. If anyone's really bad, I'll update this again later tonight and make fun of them for my own amusement (and probably yours too).
February 4, 7:22 PM
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I'm sucky, thanks for asking. Ppl suck, I suck, I just wanna crawl into a hole spend the next six months there. That would be super-fucking-sweet. I was considering doing class work tonight but I couldn't be bothered. Mostly b/c I fell asleep. I've just been so tired lately. It may be depression as in seasonal affected depression. Like Bambi Blue has. Like the story I got a B+ on. Yup, those were the good old days. When putting no effort into a story would garner you an automatic B. What the fuck happened? When did I become so fucking stupid?
Whatever! I don't care one bit. Well I really do. That's why I'm upset about school and want to drop out.
Only 8 more days and reading week will be upon us. I can't wait. Oh man. It's going to be great waking up without the alarm everyday. It won't be so great watching my ITV and writing essays, but I'll deal with that when I get to it.
So I've been just searching the web lately. I found these things on other ppl's web sites and downloaded them. I hope I'm not breaking any laws by having them. If I am, tell me. I'll see about taking them down.
See if you can find the nine people in this pic. I can only find six.
And then there's pinto...
You know, milk campaigns really work. I was watching TV and a milk commercial came on and I had a really big craving for a tall, frothy glass of milk. Maybe it's just me...
And that's all she wrote for today. See ya.
February 7, 1:22 AM.
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I will make this short since I am unbelievably tired. Police have infested Ottawa. They are EVERYWHERE! Be careful what you do b/c they will get you.
On a possibly related note, the Queensway East was closed tonight. It took me twice as long to get home. I was unimpressed, especially since I was at risk of falling asleep at the wheel (although my unplanned power nap at SP's house perked me up enough to get through it).
So, I work soon enough and I should probably head to bed. Just wanted everyone to know I am alive and have quelled my urges to play in traffic (for the moment at least).
I'll just leave you with this Cree prophecy I just read about:
Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.
It's kinda sad, but I kinda like it so it stays.
February 10, 1:53 AM.
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I feel cut off. No one is online according to my icq. That can't be right. There's always someone online! Something must be wrong. Like maybe all the internet connections in the world are shut down so that I can die cold and alone. Probably not. Besides, there are ppl online in messenger. They're just ppl I don't care to talk to. Good thing I don't have to b/c I'm set on "Out to Lunch." Pretty clever trick, eh?
I can't wait for Friday. I'll be able to sleep for the first time in two or three weeks. Then comes reading week for which I've already stated I'll be doing a shit load of work. I hate work. Good thing I've only got one year left after this next seven weeks. If I had any more than that I'd continually pray for the sweet release of death. I don't particularly want that at this point in time so I'm glad my scholastic career is almost over.
This ICQ shit is really bothering me. Maybe it's a conspiracy perpetrated by monkeys who reside in the killing fields of Cambodia. Then again, maybe it's not. I guess we'll never know...
I fell asleep in class today. Not just once either. I kept bobbing my head up and down b/c I was fighting very hard to keep awake. When they turned out the lights for an overhead, it was too much for me. I succumbed for a full five minutes. I feel a little bad b/c our guest speaker was sitting directly across from me and I think he noticed my eyes were closed for extended periods of time. It's really his fault for being boring. Well, maybe a little mine for continually working on a sleep defecit. Let's just say it's mostly him though. For argument's sake.
Before I leave you, I just want to tell you that Bitrex is an agent they use to make products bitter and less appealing to the taste buds of small children. I found the Bitrex site and it's so funny. Especially the third paragraph after the main page. If you ask me, it's hilarious. Now I've probably built it up too much. Oh well...
I haven't had much time to search the web to direct you anywhere else so that'll have to do for now. I need to take a nap.
12 February 2002, 8:11 PM.
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I've got a little time to kill before I go out so I'll put in another entry. Gotta give the ppl what they want... So, I was wondering what to do for y'all today. I'm feeling too blah to make up some cool shit so I'll just post some stuff I got from the CollegeHumor E-zine (#3). I've given you the link to the main site so that no one will think I'm some sort of wild internet poacher. It's a really great site (and I hope this ringing endorsement will ward off any legal battles). So, yeah, here are some funny quotes from the aforementioned email.
"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy." - Tom Clancy
"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand." - Woody Allen
"Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as meaningless experiences go, it's pretty damned good." - Drew Carey
"You know 'that look' women get when they want sex? Me neither." - Steve Martin
"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL convertible." - Lynn Lavner
"It isn't premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married." - George Burns
Well, that was a humourous interlude, but I'm still in no mood to create my own slapstick funnies so I won't. How do you like them apples?!?!? I didn't think you'd like them at all. However, this will make you feel super-good. I've got two super-funny projects on the horizon for this baby. Until then, you'll have to make do with this link. The turquoise one reminds me of one of my friends (well, not super-really, but sort of) and if you guess who it is, I'll make up a(nother) tribute to you. How's that for a prize? Not too shabby! Yeah, and the person to which I am referring can't enter the contest b/c I told them already. You'll have an opportunity to win a prize later.
I thought I had another link, but I don't. I'll remember it later.
Ciao for now. February 15, 8:53 PM.
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Hey. How's it going? Oh, I'm alright. Just took a five hour nap. This is problematic b/c it is now after 3 o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, I'm still tired so sleep should not be impossible. My body hurts though b/c I spent my time contorted in odd positions upright on my couch. Oh well, I've still got a week of vacation left so I should feel better by then. Did I mention I hate Don Quijote? (Yes, my version spells it with a "j" so please, no more hate mail)
I'm really not in the mood to write this, but it's been a few days and I figured I owed it to you. Make you nice and happy when you clicked to the link and there was some sort of feeble update. Of course, as you may have noticed, I have made no attempt at any sort of colouring. I may spiff this up by italicizing it or making it centred if I feel like it, but don't hold your breath.
Today's Revelations to myself, about myself:
1. I am wholly uninteresting. Please refrain from talking to me.
2. I am no longer smart in school. I'm just a smart ass. Discuss.
3. I probably don't like you. Sorry. It's not you, it's me. (See number 1)
4. My ring finger hurts. A lot. I may have bruised it forever precluding me from the possibility of marriage. If you had a good idea for a wedding present, don't hesitate to give it to me now. It may make me feel better about this whole nasty non-marriage business.
So, yeah, that's pretty much it. I'm going to read some more of the "wonderful" Don before really going to bed (hopefully for another 8 hours because I really don't want to get up and watch itv).
Favourite person today:
And the winnner is...
Alycia!
Please pick up your prize (a day with me to watch the movie Don Quijote and discuss essay topics) before the end of the week.
That is all. Good night.
February 19, 3:15 AM
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February 20, 1:53 AM.
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