I will start this page with a terrifying story I just heard. I would advise that anyone under the age of 18 skip ahead until after the first entry. I know I will have nightmares forever...

One night Lindsay comes home to find her fish tank empty except for her shrimp Hamish, lurking innocently in the corner. Perplexed she remembers that she had not one but two neon fish and a frog (as well as her shrimp) before she left for work. She searches the tank, but she finds nothing. She stares at the empty waters for a while but they offer no answers to the questions she has. In a frantic fury she leaves no rock unturned as she searches for skeletal remains and any traces of what occured. She finds nothing.
Thinking that perhaps her cat got at them, she goes to the fish store the next day and buys two more neons. As she pays for them, she gingerly places her $4.58 on the counter and happily banters with the shop keeper not knowing what is to occur in the coming hours. She goes home and puts the fish bag into the water to slowly introduce the new pets to their home. Twenty minutes later, she correctly believes the fish should be accustomed to the water temperature. She daintily cuts a hole into the bag and eases the new fish into the water with her trusty net. She stares into the tank, making sure her new best friends are comfortable. Ten minutes go by and everyone is happily swimming and accounted for.
Then all of a sudden the "meek" shrimp springs into action. He stalks his prey and deftly rips the tail off of one of the fish while the other swims away. Unable to swim, the first victim is pulled towards the filter. Safe in the knowledge he has his first kill, Hamish goes after the second one and rips his tail off too. Soon there are two fish stuck to the filter. Even as Lindsay hits the shrimp with the net, he still viciously attacks. Not believing her own eyes, Lindsay leaves the fish at the filter and ponders her next move. As she does so Hamish goes back and starts picking at the still living but immobile neons, eating them alive.
I've counselled her to let the shrimp starve to death b/c she (or I for that matter) can't bear to bludgeon the shrimp to death. August 9, 2:00 AM

Good news everyone -- Lindsay has rid the Earth of that Evil Hamish. Two nights ago she avenged the senseless deaths of her poor fish. Plunging her trusty net into the tank, she scooped up the reluctant shrimp and quickly flushed him down the toilet. All that remains are the etchings of carnage in Lindsay's brain. With time, those wounds will heal and she will be able to move on. She has already purchased two plump neons who are happily swimming in the tank, unaware of the danger that once lurked in its clear waters.
It's day time and I feel weird writing so I believe I'll end it there. I am in the middle of a three day "vacation" and I'm cleaning my room so I guess I'll go back to it. August 13, 3:13 PM.

I'm so floppy tired. I don't understand it. I shouldn't have mono or anything communicable. I just really, really need sleep. You understand. Good night. 11:03 PM, August 17.

Still floppy tired, but I have to go out for Jeff's birthday so I napped and I feel a little less floppy. To those who don't know (since I've never mentioned in this venue), Jeff is one of my coworkers. Tomorrow it's Mike's birthday (of the now-infamous Mike(s) tribute). I hope I remember to wish him happy birthday in my state of floppy tiredness. I have to go now. Au revoir. August 18, 8:50 PM.

Wow, I've been neglecting this puppy. I think that it's b/c I'm was pretty stressed out. I have finally alleviated most of said-stress by picking my courses this year. Of course, I will be much happier when I find out on Friday that I get into them. It will mean that I have Mondays and Fridays off first semester and Fridays off second. I can live with that!
Anyway, I have to get ready for work so I'll leave it at that. I'm still a little sore from moving Steff AND Nicole into rez on Monday. There's such a comraderie there - I wish I had been in rez. Oh well, I could never afford to go away and if I had I wouldn't have met so many great ppl. (You know who you are :) August 22, 1:19 PM.

I am currently using a dial-up internet connection (gasp)! I have to - I called Rogers b/c the only internet I'm getting is msn messanger with the cable. ICQ and various web browsers just don't work anymore. But I'm an addict and I can't live without being able to check my messages at any given hour so I've reverted to dial-up. It's SOOOOOOOOOOOOO slow. I can't believe it. I called Rogers and their handy-dandy automated recording tells me that they are doing regularly scheduled maintenance and outages will be temporary and as brief as possible. THREE DAYS IS NOT BRIEF!!!! I can't take it much longer. I'm going to call and talk to a real person tomorrow - no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I'm super-sleepy but it has been five days so I felt obligated to write something so you "all" know I'm alive. I will post something jubilant when the real internet is up and running. Good night - August 28, 12:25 AM.

Not so jubilant tonight but my internet has been up and running for a while. Some shady character who takes tech support calls behind Rogers' back came over and for $20 fixed us up. All I had to do was pick him up from work and point him to a bus stop when he was done. I'm not so happy b/c Mike left for France tonight. Of course, there is an upside - the other Mike returns tomorrow thus supporting my thesis that they are the same person. I should sleep - I don't do it quite often or as much as I should. PS: I have a funny present for you Lindsay :) Now you'll have to wait in anticipation for it. September 1, 11:36 PM

Wouldn't it be great to be the most beautiful person someone has ever met? I'm not even necessarily talking the most physically attractive, just the best person that they've ever met and hence the most beautiful inside and out. I hope that everyone finds their most beautiful person. In a perfect world, it would work out so that everyone finds their perfect match on the first try. No need for divorce b/c you'd be so damn happy it would make other ppl sick if they weren't so damn happy themselves to notice your pukifying happiness. Yeah, that's how it would go. No neglected children, no unhappy ppl, no poverty, no premature death b/c then your match wouldn't find you. It would be great.
Wouldn't it be nice if everyone loved what they were doing at all times? They loved their job and they loved the program they were taking and they loved doing the fun things they do with all the fun ppl they know and everything worked out okay in the end. That would be a nice world. A pretty sweet world if you ask me.
Wouldn't it be super if everyone you cared anything about cared about you the exact same amount. That way no one would get hurt. No one would ever feel unloved b/c they'd get the exact amount of love they were pouring out into the world. If they weren't getting enough love it would b/c they weren't giving enough so they'd have to take it upon themselves to rectify the whole situation. Yeah, that'd make for a super universe.
Too bad for the most part that isn't true. Oh well, maybe one day.... I should go to bed b/c I have a 10 1/2 hour shift tomorrow and it starts in 8 hrs. Too bad no one ever reads this. Too bad I don't offer profound advice. Too bad I don't have all the answers. Too bad I don't get the instant gratification I need. Too bad things don't always turn out like you want them. Too bad money doesn't grow on trees. Too bad I'm not always in the right place at the right time. Too bad simple things don't always amuse me. Too bad good things happen to bad ppl. Too bad bad things happen to good ppl. Too bad there aren't many truly good ppl anymore. Too bad I think I'm getting an ear infection. Oh well, don't worry, be happy. 1:58 AM, September 4.

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