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I feel like one of those hamsters running on those funny little wheels. The only problem is, i'm not a hamster, i'm out of shape, and, unlike our furry little friends, I'm not particularly fond of running in place. My life has no discernable variation from day to day.

  • Wake up, groom
  • Go and sit at a desk all day
  • Come home, browse slashdot
  • Try to think of something to node, writer's block.
  • Eat dinner
  • Homework
  • Sleep
  • Repeat

    Oh well, could be worse. I could be beaten up instead of just ignored.

    I saw the most entertaining film on the happy subject of testicular cancer today. A few awkward moments in the classroom while the star of the show demonstrated the correct method, as my gym teacher termed it, "to feel your balls".

    My friends think i'm a raging homosexual now. I showed them the wonder...^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H horror that is www.goatse.cx. Oh well, at least I've got an excuse for all those Barbra Streisand records.

    Bitch bitch whine whine...