Friday, Jan. 21, 2005 - 12:31 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Diaryland is BACK and I didn't DIE!
Well well, Diaryland is back online. How many of you were stymied last night in your heartfelt attempts to communicate to the world cuz Diaryland was down? Meeee! meeee!
Thanks to Andrew for fixing it and working all night long to do so! Yay!
Well, these people just don't know how to suss WEIRD... they gave me an 89 as a weirdness quotient. They say that 73% of people are more wierd than me, 10% just as weird and 17% are more normal. Hullo? Well, it didn't ask about my sleep hours, my homelife, my career, my sex life, what kinds of online sites I surf, or anything like that. It seems to just care if I give stupid answers or not. That is not weird, that is normal immature behaviour... stupid nonsequitors. Bright nonsequitors would be one thing, but there didn't seem to be much chance of that in their multiple choice response possibilities. So there ya go...
I think they have just discredited themselves wholesale by giving me that answer. Hah.
Hmm. Disappearing Boy has not called or appeared since leaving at 10:30 am the day of the date on Monday night... hmmm. So much for him using the rearranged studio to work in. Strange. But not so strange. Maybe he has vanished off to some place in the countryside. Or I'll bump into him on the street with some girl like several years ago when he sort of disappeared. He probably got freaked out by our date. Or else he just doesn't think about it at all. I dunno. But I am not going to be the first to call. (and then he'll say "but you didn't call ME")
Here is a heartwarming story of how nice everyone can be when you get media attention. It is sort of like how everyone helps the tsunami victims while AIDS victims the world over die at a rate of a tsunami every two weeks but we sort of get bored of their plight and no one is flooding switchboards of adoption agencies to bring little African AIDS orphans ( not them who has AIDS, but them orphaned cuz their parents died of it) to north America, like they did with the tsunami orphans. Hmmm.
I was a bad bad girl today and though I went to bed at 4:30 am in order to be up for my watercolor class... I did NOT go. I stayed in bed til 2:30 this afternoon. You read that right. I did NOT go to watercolor class. Did not do the homework. Did not get up until i had slept for TEN hours. Dang. At least I am not tired today, but I feel rather sheepish. Strangely the YM-YWHA (that is like the YM/YWCA but Hebrew Association) which runs my watercolor classes, called me at 7:30 this morning but left no message. What is up with that? I was hoping that they were calling to cancel it. No such luck. Just a mystery call with no message.
Oh well, I WILL do my homework. I WILL go next week. Gosh, I HATE getting not enough work done on Wed night so I can get to bed early, and it is still not early enough for me not to be tired, and I HATE getting up early, and I HATE being tired all day. Dang.
I feel so ashamed that going to a class at one pm brings out such a lack of discipline in me. Dang. Hang my head hang my head.
Well, I got some more photos. Maybe after I have sufficiently worked on the Leo's Dog book I will scan in some...
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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