Sean is Princess Jasmin.

I’d post something of value, but I have better things to do.
Okay, that’s a lie.
But you’re not getting anything useful out of me anyway.
Boo to you.

Well!

Missed waking up in time for (something almost, but not quite entirely unlike) food again!

Pa-thet-ic.

I don’t see much of that wretched daystar anymore.

I don’t see much of class anymore.

(Daystar, BTW, is a perfectly valid word for the sun. I could, apparently, also be referring to Venus, but as we know, there is no sky in Toronto, and therefore there is no freakin’ chance of seeing the planet Venus, as you have to catch it when it’s near the horizon. We all know that there is no horizon in Toronto…)

I suppose I’ll be dining at Dominion again today.
Just keep me away from the Easter display.
My teeth hurt. Yow.

Well, either at Dominion or on coagulated, sweaty pizza.
Depends how much of a masochist I feel like today.

U.S. patent number 6315213

“A scientist from Wright Patterson Air Force Base acknowledges that planes are spraying barium salt, polymer fibers, aluminum oxide and other chemicals in the atmosphere to both modify the weather and for military communications purposes. The patent abstract specifically states: ‘The polymer is dispersed into the cloud and the wind of the storm agitates the mixture causing the polymer to absorb the rain. This reaction forms a gelatinous substance which precipitate to the surface below. Thus, diminishing the cloud

i almost made the decision five minutes ago to switch to netscape, now that it seems to have some idea of what to do with the code it’s given.
except that i’d forgotten how long it takes to load pages. why is that?
but internet explorer hurts me. i installed 6.0 (why would i do that? anything.0 is usually a stupid stupid stupid idea), and now the blogger right-click menu (among other things) won’t work. grr.

i got back a little less than half an hour ago from my psychology test… there are twenty minutes left. remind me not to bother studying next time, because i am so tired. what a waste. at the most, i should have read the glossary. but nooo, i spent last night reading three whole chapters.

sean and i are disgusting pigslobs. a quick count of the empty nestea bottles visible from where i’m sitting got me up to fifteen. and i rather suspect that i must be missing more than a few. i don’t want to talk about the condition of the floor. or how much complete garbage we’ve been eating lately. also pathetic: we must have spent a good 15 minutes in dominion at 4am last night deciding which fruit snacks to buy. how can we spend an hour buying candy and tostitos? even factoring in standing around reading entire magazines. if only i could devote this much energy to worrying about something important. like, uh… who am i fooling. nothing’s important. …apathetic bloody planet.

motivation, initiative, ambition… levels nearing 0%
almost noon. looks like bedtime to me. goodnight.