Monday, September 30, 2002

holidays, sweet holidays. no more needs saying huh?

Saturday, September 21, 2002

Procrastination. I think that sums up my day. And my week. Not to mention my life. There's something so incredibly beautiful about achieving so many things that have so little relevance or importance. Or maybe I'm just trying to justify my laziness and lack of motivation. I think it's the latter.

Zoe, you have to be careful around those chest freezers - they can get vicious if not handled properly. Try feeding it a little salmon every few hours, it tends to make them drowsy. As for boys, the reason we don't use phrases like that is that we'll get slapped for them most of the time, or worse. Besides, I still think that girls are more complicated. Mind you, I still haven't figured out MY head yet. It's not worth the effort, some things are better left unknown.

Why is it that everyone else seems to have a more exciting life than me right now? And those that don't, at least know how to make it seem like they do.

Monday, September 16, 2002

Elise, I hope that things go normal again soon. Some kinds of wierd are good, but that doesn't sound like one of them to me. And yes, you're allowed to be freaked out. Everyone's allowed to be freaked out by their parents, some more so than others.

Well I don't know about anyone else, but I had a fun weekend. Met Rachael's parents, and then proceeded to cut up both hands and one leg with some large pieces of wood. That's what I get for acting like more of a moron than usual. It's not really that bad, but it looks pretty, and there was enough blood to be impressive. I'm sure her mum was impressed, when I walked into the house with blood all over me. We won't go into anymore detail about how I did it, let's leave it at the "being a moron" stage shall we? Good. Other than that, I had fun.

I think that this keyboard is telling me i should be doing work. It keeps leaving out letters that I definitely hit. Its a conspiracy, I swear. And you're one of them!

*knock knock*

I have to go. They are here...

Sunday, September 08, 2002

Holy shit. Yes, well, I really don't know what to say. Elise, I hope things are going as well as can be expected with your dad. Zoe, I hope your back is healing okay, and do whatever you want with Wes, just be careful of your back! And I hope everyone else is surviving whatever shit is getting thrown at them.

Oh yes, if I ever find anyone who has ever spiked a drink, I will personally see to it that they have great difficulty in doing so ever again. I'll make it impossible, if I have my way. Why? Because we're fairly sure that Rachael got her drink spiked a couple of weeks ago. Considering that she had a three hour complete blackout, throwing up, passing out, when 15 minutes earlier she was okay, and got taken to hospital for observation. And her symptoms were entirely too similar to Rohypnol, not to mention the fact that a couple of others had similar things happen. It could have been worse, but still...

Other than that, uni students should all be give an extra 9.5 hours every day. Especially ones doing hard degrees. Ah yes, especially with summer coming on. I think I might go for a swim this afternoon...

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