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[Sep. 13th, 2004|10:27 pm] |
Right. Completely forgot I had this thing. Might as well do a little update during my study break. Of course the term "study break" means that I, Michael Corner, am actually studying. I expect the sky to fall any moment now. I actually don't mind it as much as I though I would. The material is actually *interesting* this year. Amazing.
Oh, and I would like to remind Zach that I have blackmail material that could ruin him for ages.
He's probably set me up with someone mentally disturbed. Why did I agree to this again? |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2004|06:34 pm] |
I just realised how long it's been since I posted in this bloody thing. A few of you might even be wondering if I've dropped off the face of the earth. Some of you might actually be hoping that's the case, but you all can go bugger yourselves.
To tell the truth there just hasn't been anything interesting enough to mention. Zach says I need a girl, but I'd most likely bore her to tears. Sit at home, read, walk around the garden occasionally trying to get the neighborhood cat to pay attention to me (alas, he always bolts away when I get withing 10ft. But I remain hopeful). I've tried writing a bit but it's just wound up being amateurish scribblings on the page. It's diverting though, so I amateurly continue.
Maybe I could start a project. Anyone have any interesting ideas for a project? |
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[Jun. 21st, 2004|10:22 pm] |
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I maintain that careers are highly overrated. I need to find some occupation that pays me to wander aimlessly with no goals whatsoever. Unlikely. I'll probably end up with a desk job running Percy's errands. Percy, I hope you don't mind cold tea. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2004|12:15 pm] |
My mother always told me that I'd someday be forced to acquire study habits superior to a bout of fiendish cramming right before an exam. Today is not that day. If anyone needs me just look for the stupid bastard in the corner of the library, muttering to himself and imbibing mass amounts of highly caffeinated tea. If the ceaseless pounding of my head on the wall seems about to do me injury, point and laugh at my pitiful state.
Bloody OWLS. Bloody procrastination. Bloody... wait. Why has my screen gone a horrid shade of blue? This can't be good. |
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