spoiled chinese girl

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It isn't you, this is all about me. Me and everything I now wish to live for, and at the moment, writing about my life for all to read just is no longer a part of it.

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Well my disk is f***ed, and at the same time I wanted to update. I kind of miss updating on a regular basis but I'm learning the meaning of life while being away from the internet.

Internet at my parents house continues to be on the brink, and internet at my apartment downtown is offically cancelled as of yesterday, will be “disconnected” on the 5th, and hasn't worked since mid-October. In that time I've learned that friends can make fun of your driving skills while still depending on a ride home, forget their wallet and never give you your notes back for exams. At the same time, you can have other friends drive 2 blocks to pick you up at 11pm, drive you the 2 blocks home at 4am, and not studied a d*** thing inside a Timmys other than how to make and throw snowballs in the first snow-squall of Toronto (that resulted in snow being on the ground)

Then whee! Watch me procrastinate. From watching the outtakes of Dogma, to scanning little notes I write to myself (that for some reason are on a floppy disk that is insisting on being formatted) and spending an invigorating 20 minutes shovelling the driveway and laughing at the people who brought out the snow-blowers for such light snow. Exam finished an hour ago, and another starts in 15 hours.

I'm in the market for a few study partners tonight staying over, so I need to go clean and eat and shower the place up. I'm also in the market for a microwave, and perhaps a toaster oven. B****y roommates ain't got nothing on me. Maybe I'll get the image working and post it in before friday, if not, oh well!

(Hrm. I havn't had a Robbie Williams quote for quite some time now. Here you go!)

I would admit to my having found my saviour. To have finally found my reason for living, but I'm pretty positive that everyone who still comes to my page is sick of reading about me and Emran. What can I do, you can't help who you fall for, and sometimes you do have to trip, fall flat on your face and lose your septum retainer while your broken nose heals before you learn from your mistakes. Last night (technically early this morning) we were talking on ICQ and he admited to the fact that he is not, in fact, using me to have “someone” to communicate to (since he's a bit of a recluse), but that he truly wants to be friends with me. This brought me to the most elated state of euphoria that I had ever felt in a very long time. Just those few simple words typed on a screen, litterally have given me a new reason for living. I was honestly happy simply being someone he talked to, drank coffee with, for no other reason then “neither of us have anything better to do” but it's gone past that. I probably won't ever go much further, but this is worth it.

Oh, to anyone who doesn't drive, and wonders why people are so d*** angry all the time. Here's the little secret, road rage is FUN! I'm not sure if I was actucally in the middle of having a fit of this road-rage, or if I was just giggling at the situation. But anyone who has driven with me, will know that I tend to follow the cars infront of me, near tailgating but not quite, either way, I'm sure they'll all agree there is NEVER enough space for another car to squeeze in between. Some jerkoff of a white car decides to do it anyways, with me coming litterally inches of crashing into their driver side so I honk at him to tell him to be careful. So he goes giving me the finger. So I honk with one hand and return the salute. So he gives it back, shaking it this time. So I continue honking, giving him the one-fingered salute, and following him by mere inches. *giggles* He moved back into the lane he was in before. I feel so vindicated! So driving a big SUV has it's advantages on those little dinky cars. Come to think of it, I should have hit him, since it would have been his fault for attempting to change lanes when it's not safe. Oh well, one major car accident a year is more than enough for me.

Whee! Look at me procrastinate on doing my instrumentation reports!! WHEE! I should get this done tonight. And my Marketing assignment, then I can go back down to Badur's for Brunch on Sunday and hopefully bum around the house a good 9-10 hours to watch Jamie's Kitchen. The accent, the lisp, the eyes! Oh my my my. I need to go shower.