Ack! The guy from AIM I was talking about on Friday is back, trying once again to coax me from my silence! Today his persuasive gimmick is that it’s his birthday. This is getting absolutely crazy. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. If I suddenly disappear, never to set foot (er, um… I don’t know how to apply this metaphor to the situation) on the internet again, you can assume that the pressure became to much for me, and that I have relocated myself to a remote cave, where I will spend my time as a lemon jumping in and out of a gin and tonic.

i have entered a war of wills with a certain AIM user. i don’t know how it began. i think i didn’t notice his first few messages, and so he got it into his head that i was ignoring him. so i did. i do this quite frequently, just to see how far some people will take it. most of them give up pretty quickly. but some of them apparently add me to their buddy lists, and IM me every time i sign on, never giving up hope that i might one day grace them with… okay, well… i’m not sure what. because in my profile it basically states that i think all AIM users are morons, and that nobody should bother talking to me because they haven’t got anything useful or remotely interesting to say. i guess they all want to impress me. however, IMs reading “your hot” don’t generally accomplish this, so i’m not too firm on that theory. maybe it’s that they want to impress me, or maybe it’s my stunning beauty. i’m going to go with… both. but whatever the reason they do it, i am greatly amused by the amount of power it automatically gives me. without my even having to say a word, i become their superior. which brings me back to the extremely persistent individual who is currently engaging in a one-sided conversation with me. i am superior, but only until i give in and reply. how long can this go on? he tries to trick me by asking questions. just now, as i type this, he asked me something about the princess bride. and i’m tempted to answer, but no! i must not! it would transfer the power over to him! he must not win! this has gone on for quite a number of days, now, you’d think he’d give up. well, i always enjoy my internet stalkers. i wonder if this one has found his way to this page…

Ten tiny turtles on the telephone
Talking to the grocery man

“We would like some lettuce,
Please send us ten heads please,
And ten sweet potatoes,
And ten rutabagas with the dimples on their knees.”

well, any hippies at my school are screwed over. bandanas are gang-related and are not to be worn. yeah, those hippies, they’re a dangerous bunch… and other than them, i never see anyone wearing bandanas around in guelph. the rule has something to do with gangs in kitchener… but uh, hello, we don’t live in kitchener.

anyhoo, i don’t really care about this, except that it gave me an idea: if i was in a gang, i would intentionally fuck with this stuff. i would decide that everyone in my gang would wear glasses. could we get glasses banned? or how about… all gang members wear clothing with the school name on it? ban the school gym uniform! also, i think it would be entertaining to invent drug-related meanings for terms like “economics,” “endoplasmic reticulum” and “pythagorean theorem,” so that it would be against the rules to write them in your notebook… ah, but i only have 27 days of high school left. would that i had thought of this eariler…