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Date:
May 18, 2000 |
Time:
10:02 pm |
Right now
I'm feeling: tired
Right now I'm listening
to: Porno Graffitti
Porno
Graffitti : Romantist Egoist
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Today
I was reading:
Lion in the Valley by Elizabeth
Peters

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The girls' winter uniform
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The girls' summer uniform
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The boys' winter uniform
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The boys' summer uniform
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Today's mystery link
is: Napster
Bad!
It's the funniest goddam thing I've seen
all week!!
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Quote of
the Day:
"You are your thoughts. Don't ever let anyone
else have dominion over them."
-- Shad Helmstetter
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Sleepless
in Wakayama
I am
so goddam tired these days. I wake up no less than three
times per night, sometimes as many as five or six. I am
a walking zombie. I truly don't know what's going on, but
I think I need to find out soon or I'm going to collapse
from sleep exhaustion. Or perhaps I'll start to hallucinate
first (a side-effect from a lack of acetylcholine, I believe.
I saw this happen on an episode of Star Trek: TNG; an
excellent show, by the way). I sleep, on average, about
10 hours a day now, but because it's so restless, it leaves
me exhausted durin the day.
Last
night's disturbance was not a nightmare or my absurdly loud
neighbor, but a singular mosquito. Oh, yes. One little insect.
Usually,
I plug in this little, white, plastic device into my wall
outlet. The current goes through a bare metal strip-thingee
which runs over a small wafer-like cartrige which gives
off some anti-mosquito stuff (yes, those are technical
terms). Supposedly, the mosquitos get dizzy off the
stuff, fall to the ground, and eventually die. I ran out
of these miraculous little wafers earlier this week.
ENTER
THE MOSQUITO
I wonder
if his infinitesimal mind could comprehend the amount of
mental anguish his tiny existence brought to a higher being.
Or if he knows how many times I fruitlessly tried to end
his small little life before giving up, stripping the sheets
from my bed, wrapping them around me despite the heat, and
trying to get to sleep while I heard him buzzing around
my head (for some reason, mosquitoes like doing this,
which adds credence to my theory that they do, in fact,
know the hell they make my nights when they are in the room).
Enough
griping... on with the important stuff...
The
weather is warming, the air is becoming more humid, and
the nights are warm, but pleasant. Many students are wearing
their summer uniforms now. I've been splitting up my days
between the empty counselling room downstairs and the teachers'
room. For some reason, the smoke in the teachers' room hasn't
been so bad this week... the principal probably said something
to the teachers after our little encounter last
week. I've been staying in the teachers' room to read
when it's not too smokey, but mostly I either sleep downstairs,
or I'm at the computer. I've been hunting for a good deal
on a digital camera. Looks like it'll set me back a good
few hundred bucks, goddammit.
The
elementary school visits which were planned by my principal
were cancelled unexpectedly by my supervisor. I was rather
surprised he came to my defense, but very glad for it.
There
was a volleyball tournament between the JHSs of Wakayama
yesterday, but I lied and said I had a meeting... I was
just too tired. Besides, I hate volleyball.
The
Plug
One of
my favorite online journalists, Forlaetan,
gave me a glowing plug in her journal
the other day. This momentous occasion marks the first time,
to my knowledge, that I've been mentioned in someone else's
online journal. I was really surprised (especially after
I read what
she wrote about me). She's thinking of journeying to
some far-off country in search of insights, new scenery,
and adventure. She's thinking of heading off to Japan someday
to teach English, like I'm doing.
I haven't
the heart to tell her that her life is way more interesting
than mine... hell, that's why I read her kick-ass
journal. :)
What
a Crap Entry, eh?
You folks
heard about that whole Napster
thing? Metallica pressed Napster to drop about 5,000 users
off it's network because those users were trading Metallica
songs. Go here.
It's funny as shit.
I promise
to write more tomorrow, peoples. A lot has been going on,
but I'm going to sleep before I fall over and start drooling
onto my keyboard.
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