hiding in closets: an update on my affair

my original journal hasn't had an entry since the 24th. i better get on it before they get suspicious and come looking for me here.

picture perfect pineapples

c...

i have the pineapple. you have the camera.

guts are ugly

I've just spent the last 20 minutes or so preparing an entry filled with the guts from my heart. Thankfully I hit the backspace key and sent it on its way. Guts are ugly... especially the sight of your own.

i'm doubled up with journals

I suppose this new entry officially proves to the rest of the world that I'm a two timing whore who can't commit. I've even tried cleaning the Place up in an attempt to make it attractive... easy on the eyes and such.
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I've just decided to work on my To Do Today list. It's written on a yellow Post-it and it's presently staring me in the face. Lets see... groceries, prepare food for tomorrow's potluck, job search, reserve library books, prepare tomorrow's meeting agenda. I've added a new task... finish this tomorrow.

Good night et Bon Soir,

Peony

Plagues and Pyschiatrists

I'm presently suffering from a late night junk food craving. Unfortunately, my laziness has me paralyzed and unable to move its tired body. What do other people do in these same circumstances I wonder? Is all of humanity plagued with laziness?
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I just returned from a yogurt break. Sadly, it was the closest thing I had to junk food after finishing off the container of roasted almonds this morning. Elvis' Blue Moon just came on over my computer speakers and I'm rather enjoying it at the moment.

I underwent a surprise cold call interview with the Univeristy today regarding a research position I've applied for. The Pyschiatrist's assistant called while I was taking a brief afternoon nap on the sofa. I wasn't sure what I was saying for the initial 3 minutes or so. I hope I didn't use any swear words or say something unprofessional. What a clever way to weed out applicants.

Learning disabilities and unpleasant bike rides

I've been watching the clock over the last several hours contemplating missing yet another french lesson tonight. I'd like to blame it on something... anything really. I can't even find an excuse other than the fact it's raining and it would make for an unpleasant bicycle ride getting there. Seeing that I am also a vehicle owner, I don't imagine it would go over so well.

I wish I had a learning disability that allowed me to study from home with special home tutors.

a similar situation while living in Korea a couple of years ago... not much has changed really. 

recollection, reconciliation, and finally, recovery

It's Monday evening and I'm left wondering if I'll ever understand or comprehend the fine line between intoxication and alcohol poisoning. I'm hoping that after being driven home from a long-haired stranger who I later let walk me into my single apartment, awaking the next morning in my own yellowy green bile, and then taking what I thought was to be an invigorating shower that would turn into a 45 minute task of picking chewing gum from the back of my long hair with a huge spoonful of peanut butter, has learned me a valuable lesson. My kidneys are screaming for remedy, my brain for fuel, and my mouth for water.

chinese checkers & vancouver rock bands

my friend came over this evening to introduce me to some new music.

the music was fine and he's managed to persuade me to see a show on thursday. some band from vancouver that people are 'supposed' to like. to tell you the truth... it makes me like them a little less already.

he thought he was hot shit at chinese checkers after beating me badly the first game. i managed to kick his sorry ass the second.

none of the above is very important. i suppose i was just feeling guilty for not ever posting anything in this blog. i have another of which i'm a faithful writer. it gets my immediate attention, care and concern, while this gets the left-overs. unfortunately, i've never been good with left-overs.

je suis trés fatiguée. Je vais à lit.