Hey everyone. I just got back from a party. Not just any party, but Lisa's party. Good times were had by me. I'm pretty tired though so I'll make this brief. I have nothing left to say right now. I'm writing this b/c I want to procrastinate on sleeping b/c once I sleep I have to wake up and work for 8 1/2 hours and I'm totally not looking forward to that! Okay, I should probably go to bed. I'll do it within the hour. See ya and happy birthday Amy! November 3, 1:37 AM.

ITV is a demanding master. It's so damn hard staying awake. It was pretty interesting though, but man is it ever difficult to stay alert in the middle of the night! Of course, that's the only time I can see it...

I just had a strange thought. What am I going to think about this page in 40 yrs? Will it even still be up? It'll be like looking at an old diary. I'm sure I won't quite know what to think about it. Maybe I'll get all paranoid and take this page down soon or something. It'll be like the time I tore all the pages of my diary into little tiny pieces that I flushed down to toilet b/c my sister had stolen it and read it to her friend at her friend's house! Maybe I won't, that would require effort I don't have right now. Well, I should probably go since I have a lot of shit to do tomorrow including a healthy dose of school and a bit of work too. Man, if only prostitution or a wealthy sugar daddy were viable options... I'd quit it all in a heart-beat for easy money right now. See ya. November 5, 3:29 AM.

I am ridiculously tired at the moment. I should really go to bed. However, as my normal argument goes, when I wake up I have so much shit to do, why not put off the inevitable for just a little while longer? These yawns and tears (from the excessive yawning) are making the screen blurry. That is counterproductive when it comes to doing work. I was honestly trying to do work but then the Carleton library rejected my advances and wouldn't give me access to his inner workings. Bastard. You libraries are all the same!
That was just a little odd. Most probably a result of tiredness, but don't quote me on that. My voicer was super-spectacular today. I am actually proud of one of my journalism stories. Imagine that..... Hmmm, imagine me sleeping in a nice warm bed. That'd be sweet right now. Good night. November 9, 1:37 AM.

Procrastination has saved the day!!!!! Well, I could be freaking out right now but I'm not b/c I didn't start my essay yet. That's right, you heard me. It's 1:01 AM and I haven't started my essay and I'm NOT freaking out. About 10 minutes ago, the power went out for a minute in my house. Had I been typing an essay, whatever I had done could have conceivably been lost. That would have sent me into a downward spiral of demoralization and loss of any motivation left in my poor soul. Beaten down by the man, I would have handed in an essay late if at all. But b/c I chose to listen to music and play the same game, I will live to write this stupid essay. Yes, at 2:30 I will hold my head up high and walk into class triumphant all b/c I refused to start my essay when I should have. That is all. With this renewed vigour, I feel like writing this bitch... or not. Goodbye. 1:05 AM, November 19.

Well, my cable's back up. I'm super-duper happy about it since five days with dial-up equals pure hell. In other news, I'm only writing in this b/c somebody has been checking it regularly and unfortunately finding nothing. I intend to rectify that with this short piece. Although it's a little late, I would like to wish Derek a happy birthday (it was the 28th, 4 short hours ago) and a happy new year. I'm fairly sleepy and I have to get up to pre-drink for class so that's all you'll be getting out of me right now. Good night. November 29, 4:00 AM.

Tell me I'm great. It's all I want to hear. December 17, 2:55 PM.

Credit cards are wonderful until the bill comes in. I may run a balance this month. Whatever. If I pay a bit to get new clothes and such a little early, I think it's worth it. On that note, I think sleeping tonight is worth it too. Bonne nuit. December 19, 1:41 AM.

I want a flower - real or otherwise. I'm very bored and getting more bored by the millisecond. Maybe television will have something to offer. December 26, 7:17 PM. PS: Hot guy at work continues to be hot.

Hey party ppl! Tomorrow is new year's eve. Sparkling tasty beverages here I come. And now for the more serious part of my evening...
U;n bir ' ayowe g'oot oweaib, Yay'kkt U;n a's 'viyr c'euiya rgubfa, U;n bir fiis wbiyfgr die niar ook, U sw'k qurg uam vyr ainwrgunwa rgw qwurgr id nt awkd unoiarws qiejs fwra nt sibw, U dw'e rg'r bi ibw g'a wcwe kicws nw 'bs rgar n'jwa nw a's vwtibs vwkuwd, "btq'tm U giow rg'r Nujw siwab;r fudyew iyr rgua xisw vwx'yaw gw;a rgw ibkt ibw qurg rgw jbiqkwsfw id rgw irgwe xisw ri gwko gun qurg rgua ibw, Ud tiy sim sib;r nwbruib ur ie si, qg'rwcwem U;n vwubf vk'g ris't, Vk'gm vk'gm vk'gm, Tycj~ PS: Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I can't be bothered to check that again. It's harder writing in code than you think.
On a less serious note, I burnt my boob yesterday. It hurt like a mofo. See, I was turning the oven on for some purpose and there happened to be a covered boiling pot on the stove. So I leaned over and made sure not to touch the hot pot. However, I was unaware that a steady jet of steam was pouring out from under the lid. Within seconds, I screamed as the scalding steam burnt my tender skin. Man, you haven't felt pain until you burn your boob. Well, probably childbirth hurts more but at least you know it's coming and there's demerol and such for that. Yeah, so that's a pretty sizable entry. That should do you for a few days. A+, December 30, 11:00 PM.

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