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Monday, January 21, 2002 A point exists, during the wee hours of the night, where delerium takes hold of your senses. You begin to act strangely and speak in strange tongues -- or at least incomprehensible English -- and you have no idea what you're doing or talking about. This is the point where you should stop yourself, fluff up your pillows, curl into the fetal position and fall into deep slumber -- for you are no longer to be trusted. "The grey is more inviting than the white..." Huh?? Happy New Year, everyone. It's a little late, I know, but I've been terribly busy. Winter break was spent mostly in New Jersey, idling about as I usually do. I'd go into more detail, but I have a hard time remembering anything before yesterday (if I can even remember yesterday). However, one of the things that I can remember that I burned my chin eating a pizza roll. Trust me -- the scar gives me character. Wednesday, January 23, 2002 The unpredictability of Floridian weather never ceases to confound me. No, no -- nevermind that it's the middle of January and other places in the country are reporting seven feet of snow -- by all means, Florida, go ahead and be 80 degrees. Yes, that's right folks -- EIGHTY DEGREES. I'm only slightly bitter (more like 'bitterish,' really) because I have five hours of class today and I chose to wear long sleeves, jeans and a light jacket. I wasn't yet informed that Florida officiated January 23 as Tank Tops and Shorts Day. If it's cold tomorrow, I'm moving somewhere else. I would probably be more chipper if the UPS man would show up. I'm expecting a package ... I need a package ... for my Narratology of New Media class. I'm supposed to have dabbled with hypertext by now, but instead the disk is sitting in an ugly brown truck. Make haste, dear UPS man! (Oh ... If you're interested, you can check some hypertext titles out at Eastgate.) Thursday, January 24, 2002 - 3:05am - I should sleep. I work in six hours. I play. I did away with the old format of this page, namely the title banner and the forward and backward arrows. The arrow buttons were sometimes a nuisance and I doubt anybody really used them. The archive links are fully functional and serve the same purpose. What dost thou think? It's not too late to go back, I suppose. Make the comparison by clicking on the January 2002 link. Give me feeeeeedback. (Update: Changed the January 2002 link. You can make the comparison by clicking on anything before that, though I don't really care anymore. I like the new look, so nyah. :P) I'd like to thank Mr. Potter (::wonders if it's ok to reveal his identity::) for taking time out of his busy schedule to sign my guestbook. I'm expecting Mr. Baggins any day now. Man. I'm liking the grey. Compare, compare!!! Saturday, January 26, 2002 The entirety of the day was spent online, excluding showering and eating. Spending the day surfing the net is not a rarity, but this time it's for a reason aside from being lazy. I'm sick. Sore-throated, actually. That's the excuse I'll use for not leaving my abode. Gallivanting holds no appeal to me at the moment anyway. I've rediscovered passion, human beauty. All through words. And I'm stunned. Transfixed. Thank you, Justin. Sunday, January 27, 2002 Verbose. verboseverboseverboseverboseverboseverboseverbose. Monday, January 28, 2002 I wish February would start so I can start anew here. January's negative karma is draining me of cheer, mirth, and other things synonymous. Or maybe it's just this cursed (using two syllables, not one. curs - ed.) sore throat development. I don't do the salt water thing, either -- so don't bother making that suggestion. Awesome. more of what Sarah's saying >> |
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