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No, no, no, no.
Excuse me… ANY key?
Lying bastard computer.
Cool Whip: an edible oil product!
Yeah, that’s probably what I would use as one of my big selling points if I was in charge of marketing at Kraft.
Why would anybody see this written on the tub and follow through with the purchase?
Oh yeah. I got my Tim Horton’s job. Woo… I’m so SO happy about that. I really am. Really. Dammit. Gotta get my uniform on Monday. They don’t come in my size. I had better invest in a belt. eee.
I just applied to Tim Horton’s. I can feel the doom coming upon me… Doom, DOOM!!! I’m doomed!
i’m in the lounge of the calgary airport. pretty nifty. i tried to check my e-mail, but it wouldn’t work. okay, i’m going to leave now…
This website makes me feel smart.
“You smell” vs. “you stink”:
you could smell good.
Bad pictures of me from formal: one, two.
The snarky look on my face is due to the fact that I’d seen the photographer’s work before. Done by the same morons who do my school’s student cards and yearbooks. Badly. Notice that the pictures are blurry… But these are better than average, which is sad. Jostens is crap. I’ve seen better pictures of the insied of my camera case than I’ve seen in my yearbook. Which comes out in the fall, by the way, what the hell is up with that?
La dee da. I might mention that these photos contain, from left to right, Mark, Sarah, me and Leslie.
I might also mention that I do, in fact, have two legs.
Difference between ICQ users and AIM users:
ICQ – send / receive / send / receive / send / receive / send / receive / …
AIM – send / receive / send / send / send / receive / send / receive / receive / receive / receive / receive / send / send / receive / send / send / send / send / send / send / send
Gak!
Okay, bastard attention starved windows… Why can’t you understand that just because you’re done doing something, it doesn’t mean that I want to look at it immediately. Especially you, AIM. You have quite the inflated sense of self importance. Great, somebody new is trying to talk to me. Isn’t enough that you make the task-bar flash and scare the shit out of me with your wave files? It isn’t really necessary to pop the window up, causing me to type the end of whatever sentence I’m in the middle of in the “send” box, and to send it to some random loser who can’t spell “you’re” and who desperately wants to know my “asl” and “wassup sexy?”
My computer ought to get a better sense of my priorities. Meaning that… whatever I’m doing, I intend to keep doing it until I’m done doing it. Not until Internet Explorer feels that it’s being neglected. Fucking impatient applications. One of these days, I will be able to successfully open my Start Menu to get to the 18th level where the program I want to run is hidden, without something performing an illegal operation and forcing me to start all over again. One day…
No more high school classes, ever. Good feeling.
Exam tomorrow. Bad feeling.
Kinda bad feeling.
No. Neutral feeling.
I’ll study… later.
Non-panicked studying is just not effective.
