So I thought to myself, why doesn't everyone just get along? Then I realized, that's right, we are all just human .

 

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:: 2004 1 April :: 9.31 pm

Well, i have come to the conclusion after many hours of fighting that..

my printer has become self-aware.

It certainly has a mind of its own when it takes in 8 sheets of paper instead of one. Then when i put one sheet in at a time it decides just at that very moment that it does not want to print.

Also it has this fond tendency to pause printing jobs randomly. So I instinctively restart the computer and when i try to print again it doesn't work. So i check to see if it is paused, and more often then not it is.

So folks, i'd be careful with your printer, you never know, it may start a rebellion.

let it


:: 2004 30 March :: 7.45 pm

March is almost over. Soon it will be spring break. And after that it will be summer.

what fun









































































it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh hey.

let it


:: 2004 28 March :: 6.51 pm

It is so hard to come back to reality after such a great weekend. I wish I could stay in Indiana forever.

let it


:: 2004 24 March :: 9.32 pm

To add to my harsh self criticism i am going to add something positive.

I have a few things going for me even tho my health and face aren't in that great of a condition as of now.

I have semi-nice hair

I'm not fat

I laugh alot

I can memorize things easily

I am tidy

so yep. Wow the positives look like they out weigh the negatives right now. That's a change.

1 blow | let it


:: 2004 24 March :: 9.31 pm

the last few days have been fairly trying. I thought i was getting over my illness aka Sinus Congestion of Death, but i guess my lovely sickness is too wily for me because i am in the pit again.

Plus to make matters worse my face suddenly decides go ballistic on me. Hmmm... it looks quite like i have been in close contact with a bomb and my face took a hard hit of shrapnel. Yes, that is exactly what it looks like.

Normally i don't mind going through WWI in the respects that my lungs are slowly filling with mucus from inhaling mustard gas or that my face has nearly been blown away by shrapnel, but i am going to see my boyfriend this weekend. And i am pretty sure he doesn't want a war victim on his doorstep hacking up pieces of her lungs with oozing face wounds.

let it

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