Jan. 7th, 2002

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Whoa, there's lotsa snow this morning. Neato.
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So the school opens tomorrow not today. I assumed it'd be on a Monday, but no worries.

Dad left for his transport canada re-certification today meaning I have 10 days without him. Muhaha. Grandad leaves Wednesday morning for Scotland. This means I finally have a weekend with just Aaron and Mom, haven't had that in nearly a year.

I'm baking Grandad muffins and trying to decide what to make for dinner. Anyone know some good recipe websites?

Today's goal: Clear my To-do list on my palm. It's been rackin' up entries since I got it.

PS: one entry on said to-do list is to watch the Macworld keynote speech by Rev. Steve Jobs. The new iMac/LCD stuck in a cantalope doesn't excite me much but I have a feeling there'll be other announcements.

Still, Apple is doing new things. Most other companies are not.
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*bashes head on desk*

*bashes head on wall*

*bashes head on fridge*

*bashes head on CN Tower*

*bashes head on woman's vulumptous chest*

*bashes head on SR-71 super sonic spy plane*
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Ever notice when you're sick that everything around you goes to hell? It's a recipe for domestic discordance that only the dark lord Xylegork could match when his reign of terror strikes in 2054.

I mean.. stuff.

But honestly, I'm still mostly covered in xmas fallout here. Yeah, that's pretty sad, I know. An orchard of Terry's chocolate oranges, enough beer caps to make one of those mondo-chintzy beer cap fences and boxes and sales receipts galore.

And do I have the disposition or desire to remedy this organization terror? Fuck no! So here I am, destine to wallow in my own filth until my body fights off whatever intruder that's decided to invade it's space. Hopefully this is sooner rather than later.

Tomorrow I face the guidance cousellor. I gotta spill my guts in front of him to convince them I'm worthy of an education. I mean, truth be told, I was a lazy bastard for a while. No amount of rationalization can cover that fact up. Here's hoping eh?

Wish me luck.
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Ok, so maybe I'm just giddy but Dan (that would be [livejournal.com profile] dancubca) and I were talking about Bjork as a hot-tub salesman. I could see her in one of her wild get-ups singing "hunter" while a bunch of stunned suburbanites look on with characteristically dolted expressions.

That's enough Bjork bashing for a little while I suppose. She's just so funny though, that little pop pixie!

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