eep.

Back from weekend.
Wasn’t as painful as expected,
but just as boring.

Now I’ve started the weekend off well.
By skipping both of today’s classes.
Not getting up until 6pm.

Why can’t I successfully get to bed before the sun comes up?
Other people have excuses.
Essays or something.
Indeed.
I’m just ridiculous.
Sleep too much.
Nice problem avoidance technique.
Stomachs hurting all over the place.

Should have picked up my print for design today.
But my laziness is a well known fact.
Heads will be rolling if they didn’t do it properly this time,
because we all know I paid enough for it.
Kinda makes me wish I’d worked harder on it.
Um. Kinda sort of. Not really.

Still am not getting along with this whole schooool thing.
Nosirreeee.
Ruins any interest I might have otherwise had in any of the course material.
Just like it ruined so many good books in high school.
Just because I had such crappy teachers.

Animal Farm, Lord of the Flies, 1984, Brave New World…
All ruined.

Though… At least one half of those books had such crappy endings.
Especially Brave New World.

That is a movie I have not seen.
But I think that I might watch 1984
sorry
Nineteen Eighty Four
wait. Just how WAS the movie titled?
And I’m talking about the 1984 version.
I think they were different.
The book was all spelled-like.
Indeed.
The book was also better.
The movie really kind of sucks.
Kind of.
But since it makes me think of the book that doesn’t suck
I like to watch it.

And sheesh.
I like to watch Logan’s Run…

Maybe I’ll just watch Fahrenheit 451.
Or maybe I’ll shut up.
Or sleep some more.

What was I talking about?

I also might start writing in proper sentences.
And without all this enter-pushing all the time.
Konrad, are you reading this?
I blame you, sir.

Oh yeah.
Ruinous high school teachers.
Except for OAC,
but even Mrs. Dunsmore could not make me tolerate Hamlet.
Jeez, that guy’s more depressing than me.
At least I occassionally stop whining.
And I usually at least make sure that I’m whining TO somebody.
Despite the fact that they don’t usually listen to me.
I wonder why that is.

It would probably be embarrassing to be caught mid-monologue.

Sean says
“I love that you can have more verbal intercourse with your fucking computer.”
Sweet of him, yes?
I believe that he wants me to get my ass off of here.
Perhaps I have someone that will listen to me rambling and whining afterall.
Wonder why he’d do that.
Probably reflects poorly on his intelligence, I rather suspect.
Nah.
Probably not.
More likely reflects something about me.
Remind me that this reminds me about something I wanted to complain about several weeks ago in Production class.
Perhaps I’ll just briefly complain about it now.

Is video a window or a mirror?

No.

Goddamn it.

Video is video.

It is what it is.

Do we have to compare everything to something else in order to understand it?

Humbug and bah.

Candice hates metaphors and similes alike.
Despite her occassional usage of each.
Mmm, clich

I love Sean.
I love Sean.
My name is Candice.
I love Sean.

Going home
Don’t know if I will be able to update this

Bringing Sean
The horror!

I don’t want to use google.ca
I want google.com

Stop redirecting me, fuckers.

I don’t know why I care, but…
grr!

Was considering making another list to complement my list of different kinds of mint.

Would have been a list of shades of black that eyeliner and mascara come in.

But I just don’t have that kind of time.

In yet another clever move, Candice sleeps through psychology class, bringing the number of consecutively missed psychology classes to five, now outnumbering psychology classes actually attended (four). This also brings the total number of classes missed this week to four, while leaving the number of classes attended at two (though technically… cancelled classes don’t count, even if I thought I was skipping it at the time), with a slight possibility of moving up to three, assuming that it will be possible tomorrow to get up for ten. I suppose I could still tie, except that a one hour class really doesn’t match up to a three hour class. See, if you consider the hours spent in class this week… Which for your information, I WON’T, because dammit, just how bored do you think I am? Right. Well probably more bored than that, but not bored enough to do simple addition, because hell, it’s just too too early.

Anyway, she’s a smart one, that Candice.

Kindly excuse me.
Whilst I employ the psychology textbook as a head pummeling device.
The purpose of which will be to return myself to unconsciousness, thusly avoiding having to go pick up my print for design, and having to see how badly and pixellated it turned out, for I’m fairly certain that my resolution was too low.
Though I should probably get up and eat (or at least feed the Sean).
I am overly hungry.
I just had a dream about BLTs.
Poorly made BLTs, but BLTs nonetheless.
And it had NOTHING, but NOTHING to do with the fact that the sandwich artist was dressed in green and yellow, despite what the authorities might think.
I still hated his sandwiches just as much when he was dressed as a bumblebee.

Website working again.
Kinda.
On my own computer.
Good enough.
Slightly backwards, have to FTP from Blogger from my computer to my computer.
CGI does not work, (laziness problem, mostly), so boo to the tagboard.
Perhaps I’ll figure out some PHP nonsense.
I’m not that bored…
Goodnight.

A list:

• cool mint
• fresh mint
• peppermint
• smooth mint
• icy mint
• winter mint
• clean mint
• original mint
• spearmint
• soft mint
• arctic mint
• midnight mint
• cinnamint

“Any day you’re breathing, you still have a chance.”