Hey look ma, I'm completely sober. This is a nice change, isn't it? So anyway today wasn't so bad. I was actually sociable. I am still going to be antisocial, though not a socialist. I need some me time. This doesn't apply always but at this exact moment, it does. I ache. I think it's from violent projectile vomiting but I'm no expert on this kind of thing so it may be completely unrelated. It hurts to breathe deeply. I like breathing deeply. I fear this is going to be a problem. Hopefully not for long.

Guess what? I think I'm actually going to like my classes this semester. Well, not all of them, but the poli sci ones for sure. I'll still intensely dislike Analytical and probably News, but TV might be fun. Although it will be labour intensive which I generally have a problem with. Damn school. Damn it to hell.

Time to call Lindsay, I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail.

Well, it's been considerably longer but since I've been doing homework since our awesome conversation, I guess it's okay.

I love Tom Petty. His songs are wonderful. Good times for my ear, yo! Time for more word analysis. How about analgesic (which really means pain killer for those of you who are uneducated)? Anal - of or pertaining to the anus, ge - as in "word up G, props to your bitches" and thus a term of endearment, sic - as in to urge or incite a hostile action as in sic your dog on someone. conversely, it may be the misspelling of sick by an idiot. So therefore, analgesic, improperly analyzed means to incite a hostile action on your anus while simultaneously holding it in endearing terms. That's kind of distorted, so let us pretend I never did that particular analysis. Excellent.

Well, I've had enough of this for today. For the lazy people in my "vast" audience, I'll go make a direct link from my homepage to this. January 8, 11:35 PM.

PS: Happy Birthday Steff in 25 minutes.

Well, Carleton will be pleased with me. I just sent a hefty check for $2,314.68 to the business office. It would have been a little more, but there was that generous bursary...

I'm even going to have money left over after the credit card payments to keep enjoying my life. Well, not super-enjoying but not super-unenjoying either. No more diamond encrusted spoons, but I wasn't too fond of those anyway. The sparkle was too much for my sensitive eyes ... My knuckles are so dry I fear that they will start to bleed soon. I sure hope not b/c that would suck ass. Not just a little ass either, but a lot of ass.

Survivor finale's on tomorrow. I am very pleased about that. I love that show. I only missed one this season. I did fantastic. You know what else? Murder She Wrote is one fantabulous show. I enjoyed it at a Turriffic house (or is it Turrissic, I can never remember and neither can the cable company...)

Well peeps, I bid you adieu. I'm not so tired, but I'm thinking of actually doing some of my required reading before bed. That'll put me right out. Here's to 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep since I haven't had it for a few months (but not for lack of trying!) January 10, 1:22 AM.

Hot guy update: He still works with me but I was snippy with him today. I was pissed off about having to close the cashes alone in half the time it takes two ppl to do it and he asked me how my day was and I didn't lie to him. I'll just have to wow him tomorrow I guess. At least he's still super hot. I love eye candy ;)

Lindsay will be writing a few lines tonight. Take it away, sweet thang...

Good evening everyone. Does anyone have any suggestions for a cat that keeps stalking and biting its owner? I'm having some issues with the evil cat. She's not really a cat yet actually, she's still a kitten. I suppose we'll call her a catten. Anyhow, nice talking to you!

That's it, Lindsay? Well, I guess it's something. Thanks, home fry. Any one of my friends is welcome to ask me to post some of their work. There's only one stipulation, you have to have a tribute to you. Sorry, that's how it goes. Well, I guess some exceptions can be made. If you're hot and I like you, you're in without question. Lindsay says it's like the casting couch. And she should know!

I have laughed in the face of death on like 20 separate occasions today. Once when I went the wrong way on a one-way street. Oops. Whatever...

"Hey Lindsay, what word shall we analyze tonight?"
"Well, let me consult my handy-dandy dictionary. I know, how about agglutinate?"
"I've never heard it before, but what the hay? Agg - egg with an a, lut - a stringed instrument. "Dorothea likes to play the lute", tin - something sardines are kept in, ate - the past tense of eat. Therefore, agglutinate can also be a container you keep stringed eggs in for future consumption. Yeah, that's the ticket."

See ya later. There's work to be done. January 10, 11:35 PM.

One more thing, and the following lyric applies to a few ppl currently in my life but not anyone I have seen in the last 24 hrs so don't get all paranoid on me, yo!
"I just needed someone to talk to / You were just too busy with yourself."
There, feel bad for a few minutes and then stop b/c I don't want you to feel bad (not that "all" the ppl I am referring to actually look at this drivel.) Jan. 11, 2:01 AM.

That's a cool colour. I'm glad I made it up. Well, the following doesn't apply to me right now but I like Tom Petty so I thought I'd share:
"Well I don't know but I've been told
You never slow down, you never grow old
I'm tired of screwing up, I'm tired of bein' down
I'm tired of myself, I'm tired of this town"

It's from Mary Jane's Last Dance for all you copyright freaks.
So yeah, I don't have much to say. I'm not doing my academic readings so I have to be doing something. This is it. I'm hoping to make it super-cool (read: incoherent) but without much luck. It might be b/c I slept a lot today and by a lot I mean copious amounts. I even napped. Yay for napping. It's fantabulous. Some fool has been on my phone for the last little while. I don't know who it could be since I'm the only one who's ever on it for extended periods of time but whatever. You know what I thought about today (b/n naps that is). I thought (this is still rough, mind you) that a true friend is someone who you know how to hurt (with words and actions and such) but don't (consciously) b/c you like them too much to do that to them. Conversely, this true friend would be hurt by your words etc.. b/c they cared about you too and what you thought of them. That's my words of wisdom for the day. And to all you heartless bastards out there who don't do good turns for your fellow man, you'd better rot in hell. You heard me, rot in hell bozo! I'm speaking specifically to one of my acquaintances who did a bad turn to my friend today. No one has slighted me lately, that I know of anyway. Going to eat dessert. Be right back.

Okay, so I wasn't RIGHT back. I am a lying sack of shit. Go here for a good (but limited) time. Bid high and you'll be my hero. Seriously.

I'm getting lazy so here's a funky excerpt from ICQ about my new gold mastercard. That's right, someone is trusting me with their thousands. You should learn a lesson from them.
"got a new credit card today. didn't even have to apply. $3700 limit here i come!"
"wtf?? how did you land a new card without applying?"
"i was scared actually. it all started when i got this thing in the mail welcoming me to my new citibank mastercard about two weeks ago. i meant to call and tell them i didn't have the card but i was unmotivated so i didn't. fast forward to today. so i get another letter with a statement from them. i begin to shit my pants. is someone using this card i never got and leaving me to hang out to dry? i see there are no purchases. my heart rate begins to return to normal. there is a note on the statement telling me to call customer service if i've never received my card..."
did you get the card?
i call and they tell me they received my information from their sister company, the associates, and inform me that my the credit card is in the mail and tell me i can close the account if i want to. i tell them no. might as well have a gold credit card. platinum, here i come!
it's a gold card???
yes sir!
holy shit! where can i get me one of those?

And that's pretty much the conversation. I especially like the part where I almost shit my pants. Not so fun then, but in hindsight... So, I'm going to sleep shortly. Just got to print something out. Too bad my printer is broken. Adios. January 15, 1:40 AM.

So I'm using a purer colour today. It's not that I'm pure, I just don't want to be creative. Whatever, yo! I just noticed how ridiculously long that previous entry is. That's what I get for breaking it up into two parts. Oh well, I hope you're satisfied.

So I'm a junkie. Who cares?

And the winner is me... for the weirdest non-sequitur in recent memory. I almost wrote mammary. Where is my brain?

Speaking of missing things. Where's Tasha? She has not returned my phone call. I fear the worst. I will elaborate on this later when my creative juices are flowing. The forum will be email, however, so don't wait up. Not so much to say today. I was pissed off that both my professors decided to take liberties with my time today. The first one was atrocious. He declared he had 5 minutes left (it was in fact 2 minutes, max, by my watch) then proceeded to talk for 10. That's when I left since I had to be across campus in three minutes. Fucker. I thought I was going to like that class. Not if I'm continually late for my second class. It also ran late (10 minutes) but since I missed the first five (care of prof numero un) it was acceptable today. It better not happen again. Well, I'm off to conceive a brilliantly funny email to Tasha and a selected other. Catch ya later. 1:00 AM. January 16, 2002. Oh, and sign my guestbook. You can find it on the first page (here for all those who are lazy). It's not a direct link but if you're not of limited intelligence, I think you'll find it. Sorry to insult you if you can't.

I wield so much power. Good thing I use it for good and not evil...
January 17, 1:18 AM.

I was thinking just now that I started hanging out with one of my favourite ppl with an email entitled "I suck and other stupid things..." Who would have thought that sort of thing would elicit such a response? Not I. I truly put on a good front. Apparently I look like I have tons of friends. I like the image but I would prefer if I felt like I had a lot of friends. That'd be super sweet. I was also thinking that I think this forum helps some ppl know me a little better and how it would be sweet if someone totally knew and got me. I make it my hobby to try and figure ppl out. I'm fairly proficient at doing it. I'd go so far as to say I'm well on my way to mastering the task. Whatever. It doesn't matter. I'm in a pensive mood. Someone recently told me that everyone has a secret admirer. I would like to think this is true. If I had a secret admirer it would be cool. I fear this is not the case...

Me being me.
1. Fuck you, (name witheld here). I'm tired of being second best.
2. There is controversy over if one of my friend's is homosexual (not that there's anything wrong with that). I'm curious. If you're reading this and in the closet, tell me about it. If you ask me who it is (where you equals anyone) I will not tell you. Don't bother trying.
3. If they screw me over at work again tomorrow, I am liable to quit.
4. Friendship = (among other things) enjoying my company enough to ask me to do stuff on a semi-regular basis. If you want to have me not talk to you either insult me badly or stop asking me to do stuff until I get the hint and stop talking to you b/c I'm mad at how you're treating me. That will also result in me feeling like a bag of ass but since you don't like my company, you don't so much care about that. By the way, I won't know exactly who that's directed out.
5. Cue music: "You're so vain. You probably think this post is about you..." It's probably not, yo.
6. I really don't want to do analytical tomorrow. I might have a nervous breakdown soon. I sure hope so.
7. Please tell me if you've read the comments on some of my pages. I want to know.
8. I feel like crying on occasion but don't. I think I'll start to.
9. Good night. January 20, 3:48 AM.

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