WOOHOO!WOOHOO!WOOHOO!
Judging from my first class, I don't think this year's journalism will suck as much ass as I had anticipated. In fact (and don't quote me here), I think I may actually enjoy it. I do reserve the right to change my mind on this issue at any time so don't start thinking I'll start liking school again - it's only the first day you know. Ya, so I'm sleepy (quel surprise). Good night. September 7, 1:50 AM.
WOOHOO!WOOHOO!WOOHOO!
ARGH! If another human being from my past unloads another forward on me without warning I think I'll scream. I mean come on guys. You live so far away, our cheapest form of communication is email. Why keep sending forwards to me without any actual content? Forwards were fun first year. I've moved on. It's time everyone else did too. September 18, 12:28 AM.
Hi everybody. I'm Dr. Nick! Oh wait, no I'm not. Not at all.
I just finished writing an ethics assignment. Although I don't think I'm that ethical, I think I'm going to turn in some high-quality stuff that an ethics professor would eat up. At least I hope he'll like it. Anyway, I'm just rambling. Maybe I'll go to bed tonight and wake up without the aid of an alarm. That'd be sweet. I'm even thinking of being super-student and doing another assignment tonight that's due in a week. Wouldn't I just be a keener if I did that? I don't think my brain is that operational right now so maybe I'll do it Thursday night. I think I'll take a trip to the library after class. That would make me a super-keener. I'm still rambling. I don't know if I'll get back to writing in this everyday like before, but I'll try to write more often. It's been over a week! I'm not proud of myself.
Just as a note, I hope that no bad things happen to anyone any time soon (even people I don't particularly care for). Yesterday my cousin's ex-boyfriend died (who also happens to be the father of her child). He had a bad heart he was supposed to have checked but didn't. Don't let that happen to you. It would make me sad especially if I don't really like you b/c I want to like everyone. There are just some emotional barriers to cross before I can. Live long enough so I can. Anyway, I think that's totally enough. I'm going to start depressing myself. September 26, 12:11 AM.
Boo school! I write this now b/c I have to write a story for radio class and I totally don't want to do it. Not even a little bit. Argh!!!!! I hate my radio prof! I hate OGE! I like long walks on the beach and little puppies. Wait, no I don't! Well, I do but I don't want to come off as some sort of fluffy moron. I hate fluffy morons! What do I like? You. Well, maybe not if I don't know you but if I do know you, I probably like you or harbour no ill-will towards you. Anyway, I rant. I'm sleepy. That's what I do when sleep deprived and procrastinating. I have to go to the library tomorrow after class b/c I have much pressing school stuff to take care of. Why can't I live the life of a sea serpent. They don't have to do school work or any work for that matter. Of course, it's gotta be stressful being sought all the time (like the loch ness monster). On second thought, maybe I want to be whatever doesn't have any worries and gets to do whatever they want (especially if that includes watching the game show network!) and is happy all the time. Does such a thing exist? If so, someone better create the technology to make me one of those. What about teleporter technology? Star Trek conceived that concept in the 70's. Why aren't they available yet? Man, I still hate school. The more I write, the more I want to not write my assignment. I think that if I get a D on the damn thing I won't care since I TOTALLY don't want to do it. Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN! Hey guess what - it takes exactly a week for mail to get from Blackburn to France. Pretty cool - especially for only a dollar seventy-one. That's it for now. Today I exposed Mike to his first Costco visit. The only thing he bought was Spam but he seems happy about it so that's cool. Okay, I really go. Damn assignment! September 27, 12:20 AM
Hey, I revamped the page today. I was thinking that that would remove my obligation to write in this part, but I decided that my public needed words of inspiration so here goes. Tonight's episode of Saturday Night Live was the best I've seen in recent memory. I can't even recall a totally unfunny skit. Just as a note on that, I found that last year's ratio of funny to unfunny was 1 to 100. It was sick! Anyway, I'll have to see more for a better picture of what will be - they had all summer to prepare for this one. That's all for now. I'm going to bed soon. Good night - September 30, 2:37 AM.
Wow, I haven't written in this for a long time. I decided to write tonight b/c I almost fell asleep doing my reading for the second time tonight. I was hoping that someone would be around on icq to stimulate my non-sleepy juices but, alas, no one is there. That's okay. I will turn to other forms, like caffeine to do the job (if I can motivate myself to go downstairs again). I am currently freaking out. I can't think of ANYTHING to do my radio story on. I have three mornings to come up with something and interview the appropriate sources. It will take a miracle I think. Procrastination has seen me this far, I hope everything will work out in the end. Before I return to the crisp new pages of my $54 South Asian Government and Politics text book, I will recount the splitting of my lip at work yesterday. This version may be slightly different than what occurred due to the massive blood loss I suffered.
So I'm at the business cash (#1 for the uneducated masses) and I'm processing an order. In the course of my day, I have discovered that the scanner gun does not work so I have to pick up and manually scan all the products left at the bottom of the baskets. As I bend down to pick up an 8-can pack of diced tomatoes, someone calls my name and turn around. As I turn back I smack my mouth into the cart. It hurts. I touch my lips once. Nothing. I bring my fingers back to them again. Nothing. Knowing that the injury is worse than that, I bring my hand to my mouth again. My eyes are greeted by sight of blood after the third attempt. I am whisked to the infirmary where I receive a substantial bag of ice to reduce the swelling. In 5 minutes, the swelling is significantly reduced and I return to my duties like nothing happened. All that remains now is an almost imperceptible red mark on my lower lip. It will be gone within twenty-four hours. Only the memory will remain. Good Night. 1:26 AM, October 9.
No one reads this lalala. I don't think I'm going to be updating this anymore. No one reads it except Lindsay and occasionally Derek and it's a little diheartening to see the small amount of traffic to my once-flourishing page. I say farewell for a while. Julianna signing off. October 13, 12:23 AM.
Well, I lied. I have some exciting information for me that will not make anyone else happy. I have to share it with someone so it will have to be you. You don't really care but it makes me infinitely happy. You see, I thought I had hundreds of pages to read tonight and I don't - I already read that part of the text book for my proposal last week. A little skimming and I should be as right as rain for my mid-term Tuesday. I'm thrilled! Of course, I learned I have to go to the library tomorrow but since I can sleep tonight b/c I don't have to read for four hours I can get up and get ready and go to the library. I'm so happy, I'm going to study for an hour and go to bed. Wake up at nine, get ready to leave. Go to the library, photocopy shit. Go to class. Go to work. Study, sleep some more, go to the mid-term, ace it, not drop out of school. Yay, I'm so happy. If only I hadn't procrastinated all night I would have realized this sooner. Too bad I drank mass-quantities of coffee and I'm super-awake (as you may have guessed by this rambling post). Woohoo, I'm not dropping out of school after all! October 15, 12:00 AM.
Hey, what's going on? I'm procrastinating. I have an assignment to do and I can't bring myself to do it. It's for radio class. It's a critique and will be easy but I'm falling apart (my back hurts, my mind is cloudy for want of sleep, you get the idea) and I can't do it now. But I must. There, this proves I haven't forgotten about you. I will try and write more this weekend if I get the time b/n assignments. Since when have I become a good student? I don't understand! Good night. 11:21 PM, October 25.