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September 09, 2011 2:30AM

The Avalanche
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere


I always write better after I take my sleeping pill, but it's an interesting experience, in that it's like a race against time. I have an amount of time between when I take the pill and the effects begin to show, and when the effect of the pill becomes too strong and I can't think properly, where I can write well. The time can vary, I assume on if I had taken a pill the day before, how much I've eaten, etc etc, and the time can be anywhere from just one hour, to up to three hours. So, writing is kind of like this race against time, where I know that I will eventually stop being able to make sense, so I feel... pressure, pressure to get it out, and I don't like that very much, but I suppose the fact that I have 'too much to write' isn't the worst thing in the world.


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September 09, 2011 11:24PM

Romulus For a Day
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere


Today was a good day, and ignoring the coming days, and ignoring some of the previous days, I will simply live in this moment, and give you all this:


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September 09, 2010 8:06AM

Look at that
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Michelle was my Roommate


Hey, it's 8:05am, I'm in class and I'm using MY laptop. HAH! Now that's luck! What isn't lucky is how much my backpack weighs with two laptops and a lunch in it :(


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September 09, 2010 11:20PM

It's kinda late
  • I lived on Langarth St.
  • I worked at Windermere
  • Michelle was my Roommate


I just watched Up In The Air and now it's pretty late so I should get ready and go to sleep. I had originally intended to write something tonight, but I suppose I can always do it in class tomorrow considering it's so below my level.


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September 09, 2005 12:00AM

what an idiot
  • I lived on Grey St.
  • I worked at Stream


There's this retarded lady that sits behind me, and across from Mark, who is so stupid, it actually makes me sick to my stomache listening to her. You know, I may manipulate the customers so that I have longer calls, but I always tell the truth about things... this lady just lies and lies about everything. What prompted me to post this entry was her talking about free software.


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September 09, 2004 11:29PM

No Subject
  • I lived with Ben on Cartier
  • I was with Emily


I awoke this morning early, as Emily was leaving for school; around 7:00am to be percise, and what shocked me was that I wasn't immediately tired, at least not enough to shrug, roll over and fall back asleep right away. I laid for a few seconds after she had left me, and I decided to at least get up and sit at the computer, since I didn't see myself falling back asleep at that point, and my computer was a wee bit more exciting than the bed. I just did the normal stuff, check my email, my message boards, run Hornet... it quickly got boring as well, since there wasn't much else to do, so I threw myself back in bed and went back to sleep, rather quickly, as I don't even really have much of a memory of doing so. Don't you hate when, at a glance (per se) you think you remember everything in your day. Someone asks you what you did, you quickly go over it in your head and yup, it's all there. Then, when it comes down to the details..and you actually have to go back and search for the answers, it's kinda blank. Does that happen to anyone else. I thought I could write an accurate retelling of my morning, but nope.. it's just gone. I have no idea if I went back to sleep at that point. I have no idea when I did any of the stuff I did this morning, as it was always in between various naps. *sigh* I'll just pretend I know what I'm talking about and you people will believe me.

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