egocentric asexualism
25/09/2003 // 4:46 pm
i'm tired. three full days of classes and tests has got me down. so has this clanky clanky keyboard.
i have to go home and settle in for a super long weekend of work though. fun. work. super long work. fun. weekend.
i will have a break saturday night though. i'm going to the tea party concert. i was thinking about going to see finger 11 tonight. but i thought, hey, why should i go see two bands that i really don't like in less than a week? so i'm not. i'm staying home to catch me some jian on the tube instead.
i'm kinda pissed off right now. kinda. really. but i'm not. i'm in a mood. it's about boys.
but who cares really? about boys, i mean?
for some reason i'm having a super bad break out of chin acne right now. it could be the massive amounts of cola i've been consuming. or the panic attacks in the middle of the night that are stressing me out.
i've decided i don't care about plans, or coordination anymore. i'm just gonna do what i want. no more commitments to anyone. no more consequences to think about. no ties. all loose ends.
i want to be unattached, and i want everything to be about me. me me me.
me.
ligaments have cool names
23/09/2003 // 12:45 pm
i was an idiot for not dropping some of my course load last week. i can feel the stress mounting already.
i don't think people should be allowed to come home in the middle of the night and cook ricee.
i like macs.
i have a test this afternoon, and i'm hungry, and i really need to study. but i don't really want to.
ergh.
the word of the week for all things fun: acetabular.
michael wants me to go visit or live with him in prague. do czechs eat good food?
dear heather, blah blah blah
20/09/2003 // 3:23 pm
wow. whine and cheese was fun. i had a beer. professors had multiple beers and wine. the most a student consumed was two beers. then we sat back anc watched the profs make complete asses of themselves. i won a chacmool hoodie. chacmool is the undergrad archaeological society. it has a dinosaur on the back with a big strike through it. 'cause dinosaurology is not archaeology.
i hate dinosaurs.
i hate people that think i know a lot about dinosaurs.
i went to a friend's intramural hockey game last night. the icetime started at 11:30. it was late. i wore my hoodie.
i just got an email from michael. telling me the only place he had my phone number stored was his computer which crashed. so he wants me to call him. the weird thing? he ended it with his full name. like last name and everything. and it was super formal-like. he's never emailed me before either. he must really think i'm an idiot. that i wouldn't be able to figure out who was emailing me from the address it was sent from.
duh.. i'm stupid.
i'm in a bad mood. i'm supposed to go to a fun bbq today. in an hour. but i have to stay in this stupid library and work instead.