February 26, 1998 -- I was thrashed today at school. Two tests and a lab due. I went to school, studied for one test, took it, studied for the other, took THAT, then finished the write-up for the lab while two Korean guys played ping-pong. The ball frequently went flying off the table to smack into some part of me.

Thank you sir, may I have another!

Nah...it wasn't too bad. I mean, here I am at home at midnight, ready to go to bed. I even took a sleeping pill, which is my excuse for spelling errors, typos, and other Misdemeanors of English. In fact, I probably should split some infinitives and toss out some sentence fragments, just to have them there. Make the excuse more substantial.

Maybe I should write these pages in something with speel checking. ;)

I ended up talking to my buddy Mike for a while. He makes video games and told me a little about his most recent project. When it has a name and it's out there, I'll tell you all so you can buy it. But it's going to be really really cool. He mentioned something about lesbians in the game but I was too far gone into Nytol Land to understand him.

Lesbians + Mike Brain + Animated Violence = One Really Bitchin' Game

I've been thinking about this page a bunch lately. I realized that I never talk about my past at all. Well, never anything important. My bio page is really outdated too. Reading this page doesn't really tell you anything about me, and that strikes me as odd. Anyone agree? I've already decided to fill in parts of my fuzzy past for the three people who a) care, b) don't know me, and c) might actually be interested by it.

Like everything else in this journal, it will be from MY point of view. Which means that ex-boyfriends and enemies will be described in full horrendous, slimy, ooze-dripping detail. Well, maybe not. I don't like saying bad stuff about people here. I makes me feel petty and childish. Maybe I'll just say nice stuff, like my mom suggests.

Nah...I've been too nice to those people already. I just won't be too mean. This should be stress-relieving. A little angst never killed anyone....except an enemy or two.

Oh...in case anyone is wondering. Yes, I am glad that I save all web pages that talk about me. Yes, I'm glad I have them stock piled on my in 6.8 gigs of hard drive space. Yes, I'm glad I have them protected and safe for the day I decide to stand up for myself.

Yes, I'm glad that I'm just a teeny bit smarter than people give me credit for.




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