[That's right]
Friday, August 31, 2001 - 02:34 p.m.
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I am a fresh man. I look forward to meeting new and shiny faces, and filling my brain with wordly knowledge. Yes, a woman of the world. the connotations are limitless... |
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Friday, August 31, 2001 - 08:35 a.m.
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Today, I choose smart over sexy, so if you see a sexy little asian girl walking down the sidewalk. Please, think to yourself, my, my, my, what an intelligent looking girl. |
[Cauliflower - remember that vegetable?]
Thursday, August 30, 2001 - 10:20 a.m.
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Who eats cauliflower? It's not one of the healthy green looking vegetable. If anything, its pale alabaster whiteness is sickening and blinding. Remember in the news about the killer cauliflower? No? Well there might as well be one, because if I hve to eat another dry crumbly CAULIFLOWER.... |
[RELINQUISH your FOOLISH ideas!!!!!]
Wednesday, August 29, 2001 - 08:08 p.m.
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I am the best of my mother's egg and my father's sperm.
So, while nature picks off its runts. I can sit in here, on the "information highway" internet while some ant dies because it couln't horde its own stash of corn for the winter.
I could complain about the injustice of it all, but right now, right now, it's really great being me. |
[Delicious Fish]
Tuesday, August 28, 2001 - 1:06 p.m.
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Yesterday my mother and I went out for dinner. The restaurant, "Wok King" was not exactly the most happening place. They had huge, I hesitate to call them goldfish, but yes, meal-sized gold fish in their tanks. So are they pets? Or dinner? Why aren't goldfish a meal kind of fish?
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[All the girls I know are full of STDs - Alex]
Friday, August 24, 2001 - 1:49 a.m.
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oh, this is unhealthy. look, I'm awake again, and at this insane hour!! I had to come down here and have my computer still the colliding thoughts in my head. Wow, I'm completely bored now. I guess it's off to sleep. |
[Officially registered!]
Thursday, August 23, 2001 - 07:34 p.m.
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Not that anyone worries about me more than I do, but sometimes I think I should tell people some of the things that cause me a few sleepless nights. No, I don't mean to afflict others with my insomnia, i just want someone to share in my relief when I find out that I've been worrying about nothing.
Silly University and their molasses system of processing. For a while there I thought the competing average for admission into general Sciences had been raised to something unholy, like 98% or something. |
[speak to me...]
Thursday, August 23, 2001 - 11:11 a.m.
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GROUCHINESS SUCKS! Unpredicatble bouts of irrelevant moodiness is such a gross quality.
I really should only be mad about things that matter to me then let the insecurites win out
There, I've finished my note to self.
I'm looking forrward to having a lot of fun now. NOW!! |
[She's back!]
Monday, August 20, 2001 - 07:55 p.m.
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I am really excited about meeting new people at University. I used to be so worried about my friends meeting new people; therefore I would become old news, but things just don't go that way. i mean since when should friendship be about commitment. Isn't that why people break up to "be friends"? Ok, so that might not be the greatest example, but woo hoo! New faces and new conversations. Yum, I love finding new friends to mix in with the great ones I've already found. OH!! The possibilities...
Why am I so excited all of a sudden.... YAY!
Oh, and I should also proclaim my undying love for mechanical pencils that are transparent and purple.
Feel free to tickle my senses. It's great to be alive. |
[I'm waiting for that feeling]
Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 09:45 p.m.
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Last night as Cameron and I circled back to the theatre by using the Sawmill parking lot "No, I'm not surprising you by taking you out for dinner..."
Jocelyn, If I could, I'd like to eat Japanese cuisine as often as junk mail avails itself to me.
"Yes, I'll be more mysterious. People will wonder, does he like me? Does he like me?" |
[Hold this thread....]
Saturday, August 18, 2001 - 11:26 a.m.
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There is that little part of me that just wants to flirt with being caught. Oh, I don't want to be caught. Not ever and especially not with my pants down. Literally?
Anyway, there's the rush of escaping the consequences of what would have been a punishable action, and then pretending that you really didn't give a damn if you got caught. |
[So fresh and so clean!]
Tuesday, August 14, 2001 - 10:46 p.m.
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As complex as I could possibly be, hardly any of it really makes its way to the surface in an easy to swallow format.
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[Chicken Poo!]
Saturday, August 11, 2001 - 12:06 p.m.
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Good afternoon!!
I am slightly embarrassed by my inability to shake my groove thing when I feel like getting down. On the one hand, I am fairly confident that my butt will shake if I stimulated the right neurons. It's just the whole idea of getting on that empty dance floor, first.
Oh, the difficult decisions in life... |
[I am so there.]
Thursday, August 9, 2001 - 11:09 p.m.
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For some reason I used to try to convince my friends of how wonderful the Backstreet Boys were. As if one more listen to their slutty-radio pumped songs would have them share my vision. Oh how I've missed the Backstreet Boys cooing in my ear. I know their idea of romance is trite, but oh! ....that perfect romantic moment where everything seems like its meant to fill you with the warmth of woozy happiness.
Ahem, to all those of the female persuasion. 
Yes, please. |
[why am I still awake? One of those entries...]
Thursday, August 9, 2001 - 12:31 a.m.
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Do you remember when i started changing? When my face started becoming different but still very much the same? What's another word for different?
Sometimes it really is easier to live one day at a time. Can you imagine declaring your love to all those you loved just to end up not dying the next day anyway?
....exploding dog....mmm! |
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Tuesday, August 7, 2001 - 10:01 p.m.
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Oh my god! I am yellow! |
[There once was a girl who was 15]
Tuesday, August 7, 2001 - 08:27 p.m.
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The very first site I went to, I typed in something love-related, (although I can't remember what it was), hoping that I would come across a porn site. I really thought that it was just porn and porn on the internet. I guess that that's mostly true. Yippee.
If I told you that i didn't go to porn sites would you believe me? Or:would you assume that I'm lying because who would deny themselves that? Or would you assume I'm just typing in porn a lot so that Google.com will link me irrelevantly some more? or....
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Monday, August 6, 2001 - 11:22 a.m.
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Last night I dreamed about every single one of my many worries. The least personal and easily shareable one is the dream where I have lice. A messanger actually came to my door and showed me a chart of the people I've infected as well as a diagram of the mass infections I caused to said populations and "pleas analyze this chart..." Oh, and on top of the misery I was charged $200. |
[Daytonaaaaaaaaaa!]
Wednesday, August 1, 2001 - 08:43 p.m.
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Yes, yes, I can relate!!! Ugh.
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[TV, YOU ARE MY BABY'S DADDY.]
Tuesday, July 31, 2001 - 04:24 p.m.
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Reality shows make me nervous. Do I really need to see more human-relations freaks? Ahhh!
I wonder if being subjected to even a few minutes of it is a bad influence. I think I'm most resistant to any warping values those shows have...
Oh, TV can be such bad bad alcohol.
Hmmm... I want to be at a Madonna-scaled concert. They look so fun. |
[private monkey dance sessions]
Sunday, July 29, 2001 - 03:45 p.m.
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Being part of an artistic creation is fun. Coming up with lyrics isn't the hard part. Unfortunately, with the current caliber of my lyrics, not much scrutinizing time is required when deciding whether or not to toss the idea. It's really difficult to stray from the cliches, the crap, the narratives, and worst yet the sex! Really, try inspiring images of beauty when your brain starts rambling "once upon a times" and crescendos of natures awesome, um, awesomeness...
my cousins:
"You're old."
"No, I'm not! I'm only 7."
"Yeah, you're 7 years old." |
[I know I like hugs from Cameron.]
Thursday, July 26, 2001 - 09:32 a.m.
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I think I've spent approximately 100 minutes of my life thinking that I'm heading in the wrong direction; wondering if that little spurt of energy that I get from being the banker in Monopoly is much of an indication of my aptitude for business?
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[bloop]
Tuesday, July 24, 2001 - 08:24 p.m.
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The rain loses its refreshing scent the moment you step onto a city bus. It's almost as if the dampness seeps into the forgotten crevices of people and objects; awaking their warm musty smells.
Ah, but the trip wasn't a complete smelly flop. Oh no, for one, I was riding the "accordian" city bus. Not that the bus squished in and out as it moved, but the quite ordinary movements of the looong bus seemed rather tremendous as my new siamese fighting fish was bumped against the sides of his plastic cup.
[let's have a moment of silence for fish #1 & 2]
Secondly, Fishy #3 was in my hot little hands. I'd like you all to come over as soon as possible to see him/her alive. |
[Klondike days]
Monday, July 23, 2001 - 02:35 p.m.
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I remember and still love: Mini donuts and rides. Facing near death on lit up questionable pieces of welded metal. Adrenaline rushes. Every summer I looked forward to Klondike Days. Until this one. I just thought I'd mark this milestone somewhere for future reference. "When Angie stopped enjoying sweltering hot line ups surrounded by cigerette smoke, unsavory biker chicks, and fresh slutty teenage meat."
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[Significant digits...]
Saturday, July 21, 2001 - 00011:23 p.m.
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Ok, so this is postee nu-mmm-air-oh twa!
oh how i love being happy |
[More then physical and deeper then spiritual?]
Saturday, July 21, 2001 - 11:20 p.m.
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"Jesus loves you." For awhile those words hovered around me. Closer to the beginning of September 2001. Then they found themselves again and again on looseleaf sheets of paper shoved into my binder.
i had an acquaintance who for some unknown source of motivation found it dire to share this little piece of knowledge. Maybe I looked forlorn or in need of some cosmic love, but when it came in the form of a lanky almost adult but mostly teenage 19 year old I found it really appealing.
Ok, so I didn't languish in this new found social interaction, but I may have been a little guilty of indulging him with wide doe-eyed expressions of innocence and amazement at the possibility of this awesome force. "Really? Jesus huh?"
Dorky note: hence the teeny font
Right now, religion has a small role as to who I am, but despite this seemingly large gap in my life (to some), I am happily content with my relationships in life. If not thankful.
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[grammar hurts]
Saturday, July 21, 2001 - 10:53 p.m.
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I've always wanted to own my own instrument. To actually be the skillful master of its sound!
Step two: acquiring instrument
Venturing through the internet's information nut house on flutes, I ran across figures that were between four and six thousand dollars. Th-th-thousands?!?! Oh my.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2001 - 09:01 p.m.
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have a good summer |
