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CONSPIRACY THEORY #20041205 (+3)

ok. so now i have about 7000 words, but they’re just disjointed paragraphs. nonetheless better than nothing. yippee! yet there’s still more to be written. shite! but at least i have something to start with right? phew! ha! you still have another term paper to write sucker! ok. shut up!

 

ya, i’m schizo leave me alone! you try writing 2 term papers with a bad memory. you remember facts, but you don’t remember who said what or what source it’s from. i’m SO glad i don’t have to write any exams else i’d fail MISERABLY! reading and writing is cool, regurgitating is not. i wanna eat junk food!

 

ha! 2 months on my own and what do i have to show for it? i can make a good tossed salad… i can eat foods plain a la marnie style… simply because i’m too lazy or i don’t have the technology to make it into anything spectacular. i can cut slices of bread. no really, mina is a wicked cook, and she can cut super duper thin, but she’s terrible at slicing bread. i can alter the look of my room a bajillion times despite the fact that my bed, desk and small drawers are the only moveable things in my room. oh, did i mention i moved my bed again? i know i can eat 375g of dried fruit in 2 days. no i don’t have diarrhoea thank you very much.  i can drink a millions cups of teas, coffee, milk, water in a day and still be thirsty when i go to bed.

 

i know that i can force myself to do something even if i don’t want to. despite my procrastinating right now, i forced myself to write my paper and i got about halfway. i can make myself get outta bed every other morning to go to the gym… well mainly because i paid for it. i have more willpower than i thought. i could’ve gone out to get cookies because there’s this place called ben’s cookies, like a mrs. fields but better. you can get 7 for the price of 5. yeah i’m broke. i coulda gone out to get them today, but i didn’t and it’snot cuz i’m lazy.

 

agent orange

 

 

CONSPIRACY THEORY #20041204

 

i know i should start actually writing my papers, but i’m afraid that i won’t have enough. every time i wrote a paper during my ug years i was usually short by a couple hundred words. these papers are twice that. this means that i’ll be short by almost 1000 words. that’snot reassuring. sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeit!

 

i’ve been pondering the phd thing once again. but i tink i’ll join the working world and make some money first before i decide to give my soul away to education again. i know now NOT to study in the uk because there’s no resources to be had. i think my memory is so far gone that i probably shouldn’t try to get my phd. i keep thinking of these things that intellects have said, but i don’t remember who said it. dammit! i want a new and improved memory. that is not to say that i don’t like my good memories, but if only i could maintain what i’ve learned from the bad, get rid of ‘em and store up all the good ones for rainy days. if i were to get my phd i think i would stick to u of t, ha! like they’d take me back! as much as i hate the school the library is a haven for a researcher.

 

i am stupid. so here the dates are written day, month, year. i’m used to month, day, year. so i figured out this evening that my milk actually expires today. sheeit! i got mina to take a mugful and i’m on my mugful after having ½ for milk tea earlier on.

 

ok. it’s 10:30pm and i have uhhh… about 1400 words for one of my papers. thank goodness footnotes are counted in the word count. wheeeeee! maybe this won’t be so painful after all. ok ok, don’t get your hopes up high girl! you’ll screw yourself over, it’s not like they’re coherent paragraphs anyway! jeez you’re just processing mental diarrhoea right now. right. ok, relax. just write!

 

agent orange

 

 

 

CONSPIRACY THEORY #20041202

 

see! i knew it! there’d be a catch to the leaving of slob. well, not like i’m mourning the loss of his presence from here since he still lives here. he’s taking the phone line with him. fine, understood because it’s a bitch to have to set up a new one. but now we can’t use the phone at all. ok well you IDIOT! the handset itself belongs to mina and she’s going to take it back. so fuck off. jerk! it’s not like we’re never going to see you ever again, we DO go to the same school, naice that you don’t even trust us to pay our portion of the fucking phone bill. that’s fine. then don’t use my toaster. bitch! and give us back our fucking corkscrew!!!!!

 

solved the eating-while-studying problem by buying a bag of dried froot for £1. except that i’ll prolly need to buy another bag already. oops. hahaha. just in case. at least it’s naturaler and healthier. right?

 

this is for all the sears employees, past and present if any of you are reading… while i was browsing around camden market last week lo and behold guess what i saw on a rack of 2^nd-hand jeans? that’s right. NEVADA! i had a good laugh. they were selling them for like £15 or £20. worth more than they are in Canada… hmm… maybe i’ll just open up my own store and i can buy up all those narsty jeans and sell them here.. just do a load of laundry with a splash of patchouli oil so that they have that 2^nd-hand smell…

 

i don’t mean to laugh at someone else’s misery unless they rightly deserve it, but 2 nights ago jamie came home and told me that his car broke down. his gear box fell out. so he just parked it and ran the rest of the way home. but the way he described it was SO funny. and now he has to take the train… dun dun du~n!

 

agent orange

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