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( 1/10/03) GAAAAHHHHH!!! ::sobs and whimpers:: I lost the gems that were the rest of December's entries. Accidently saved over the file. They will be surely missed. Sorry folks. Friday, December 13, 2002 ::12:23am:: Did I ever mention that Friday the 13ths are usually especially good days for me? Well, they are. I can't wait to see what happens. Pink is a nice change of pace, eh? This place was looking a little gloomy. Granted, the red-black-white-gray combo is my personal favorite, but I'm just going through a short bout of cheeriness. Wednesday, December 11, 2002 ::7:28am:: Just came back from Perkins, where I spent the last five or so hours stuffing my face, chitchatting, and studying for today's test -- mostly the first two. I'm feeling incredibly unattractive right now, my stomach trying to process greasy eggs benedict (I think it may be deciding to just store it in my thighs), my skin reflecting the change in temperature by way of mild acne, and my legs just begging for a shave. Hey... I hate to admit that I care about these things, but I do. I have to give my future special someone something worthy or worship, don't I? Tuesday, December 10, 2002 ::2:40am:: Oh my gosh. Somebody think of a food emergency for me because Tyler is looking fooiine tonight. lol.. Uh.. Maybe he can teach me how to make french toast??? Speaking of yummy treats (Tyler, not the food), some of my dearest girlfriends and I had a little fondue party Saturday night. Dee-lish. Dipping fruits and cake into warm, smooth chocolate and talking candidly with good friends without the foul stench of testosterone to mess things up -- Can't beat that with a stick. Monday, December 9, 2002 ::7:06am:: No, I haven't become an early riser, I'm just progressing in my study of the nocturnal activity patterns of college students. And playing graffiti and cribbage. And upgrading to AOL 8.0. I totally skipped upgrading to 7.0, because I didn't feel that the difference between 6 and 7 wasn't great enough to warrant the time and space. But 8.0 has neato new features in which I simply must partake. Thursday, December 5, 2002 ::6:37am:: I'm the Breakfast Mastah! A few weeks ago, I bought some just-add-water pancake mix to attempt making "p-cakes" for the second time in my life. The first attempt, which was during my sophomore year at UF, wasn't what most would call successful... but I'm sure someone out there must have an affinity for greasy, burnt, Zaire-shaped pancakes. But after the second try, I gained newfound confidence in my pancake-making abilities. A few days later, I was at Target and feeling bold, I ended up buying a waffle iron (I couldn't pass it up, it was only $7.88 -- and anyone who knows me knows I can't pass up a good bargain). The Belgian waffle experiment was also a success -- crispy on the outside, soft in the inside, and perfectly golden brown. Next project -- French toast. ::cue superhero music:: Wednesday, December 4, 2002 ::4:46am:: I've been keeping odd hours. I have this habit on occasion -- where I stay up all night til I'm completely exhausted, when there is no other choice but sleep, then sleep all day. My days are filled with mental and physical inactivity, except for things leisurely and non-commital. There's nothing to do at this hour. The only things on TV are an infomercial for a phallus-enlarging supplement and Snoop Dogg touting the social value of Girls Gone Wild. I feel invaluably enlightened. I bought some new shoes today. Fifteen dollars. These chocolate almond crunch candies I ate earlier in the evening may have expired three years ago, because they're quarreling with my digestive organs. I like inquisitive people. I think it's somehow related to my love of games. Inquisitive people usually have some ulterior motive, a purpose, and therefore, a strategy. Whether you answer or dodge these tactical questions, you become a player in the asker's game -- and what better game than a battle for information? I spoke with a friend once about how life is just comprised of sharing information with others. (Kind of ironic, now that I think about it, because this friend was also one of those that considered isolating himself in the woods as a possible lifepath. Or is it that every thinking person on his or her way to adulthood develops this mentality?) If this is the case, then everyone should just sit down and begin interrogating each other. Buy my Two Towers tickets. Now! Tuesday, December 3, 2002 ::12:08am:: I tend to forget most important and useful things I'm told, so I don't know much. When people tell me something or try to teach me something, I'll forget within a week. But it works. Everything is always fucking fascinating. Monday, December 2, 2002 ::5:26pm:: Here I am! Sorry for the wait. Lots of things have been going on, though I haven't really been much of a participant. I'd like to be one of those serious, determined people -- y'know, the I-can-juggle-life's-lil'-inconsistencies people -- but that's just not me. I like to pretend that I'm carefree and that dealing with responsibilities isn't on my list of priorities. My brother's sick, so we're going to Hawaii at the end of the month. Mom and Dad say finishing this semester should be at the top of the aforementioned list. I feel otherwise. more of what Sarah's saying >> |
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