| 19 November 2002 1:37 am Tuesday All I want to be is the inspiration for some epic story that will be read in millions of english classes in the years to come... Is that so much to ask? So it seems like I'm going to have this wicked ugly bruise on my cheek for the next couple days. Yep, the Wolf got her first shiner. Right now it's a dull inky blue, and there's this huge bump where I was hit. It's likely to get darker and uglier as it heals. Yay! No, I didn't get into any sort of fight exactly... The culprit who damaged my oh so lovely face was none other than: My dog. Bishop and I were playing in the living room and he swung his head around and clocked my cheekbone with his skull. Hard. Twice in the same spot. Ow. I wonder if dogs bruise. Why am I awake at this awful hour? Well, I'm trying to write a very simple paper that's due tomorrow. It's not that difficult, but I just can't seem to focus on it. Hmm, could it be that swollen blue spot on my right cheekbone that throbs when I tap it? Nope, it's actually because the subject is not as interesting as I'd hoped. Ethics in marketing. I am trying to get my article to relate to the subject, but I just don't feel like putting the effort into it. Therefore I am passing the time by posting again. The internet provides such a plethora of procrastination tools. My current favorite is doing the crossword puzzle. I read somewhere that stimulating your mind for at least 10 minutes a day greatly reduces the risks of alzheimers. Hmm, maybe if I was using my mental abilities to write this paper.... Lol. Alrighty, back to my paper. 36 days till Christmas. 41 days to my 22nd birthday! |
| howl call it a journal, or something like that |