Field of Daize’s

What can make me feel these way? My girl….

December 31st, 2002

Another ripping day in the States. Today was rather strange. I woke up late, which isn’t all that strange in my usual routine, but it is here. It seems that at last I’m getting over the jet lag, and not waking up at five in the morning everyday. Too bad that this happens just a couple of days before I get back to Oz!
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Play dat funky music

December 30th, 2002

Since the Chicago experience, my days have been pretty much consumed by two endevours…. gym and shopping, in that order.

This is not so bad, except that going to the gym is rather depressing. I think I’ll remain at this weight no matter what I do. I really should work on fitness or something, or maybe in getting “buff” and putting on muscles. But the fat is allways there, taunting me and making me stay a little longer on the treadmill.
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Rawhide!

December 29th, 2002

Well, thus starts a rather long winded acount of the last couple of days. I arrived from my Houston christmas experience two days ago, and I still haven’t written it up. Not due to laziness (though a little for that reason), but mostly because I’ve been rather busy, and the task seems rather tumoltuous. I feel I’m getting very used to having interenet access everyday. I don’t know if I like this at all. Perhaps I should try and cut down on the time I spend in front of a computer.

But enough of that, let’s get to the story…..
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Qui sont loin de chez eux.

December 22nd, 2002

This shall be a rather brief entry, though my experiences merit much more. Unfortunately, my access to the intermenet is limited, and I can’t fully jot down all my thoughts and feelings at this time. I shall at some later date, no doubt in a very long winded and boring entry.
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Oh for a gun just to kill Oprah Winfrey

December 18th, 2002

I’m already sick of the banality of American TV. If it was simply a case o 250 channels and nothing is on, that would be ok. Regretable, but ok. However, nearly all of those channels have offensively idiotic stuff on it. When it isn’t some sort of infomercial, it is an evengelical channel, or it is some sort of inane commentry on J-Lo.
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I just whispered your name..

December 17th, 2002

It’s one thirty in the morning again, and I’m wide awake. God dammed jetlag! I tried staying awake yesterday, but I went to sleep at around five in the afternoon. I just didn’t have the energy to stay up any longer. Hard to explain, and a shitty place to be in, I’ll assure you.
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My love is for free, and I’m not your mother..

December 16th, 2002

Cursed jetlag! It is one thirty in the morning, Boston time, and I’m fresh as a daisy, while during the day time here, I have absolutely no energy. I think that mortals call this jetlag. I just see it as a sign of getting old and ferral. I never used to get this feeling, it is something recent. Oh, to be young and foolish again!
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You can’t fight the children of the revolution

December 15th, 2002

Well, finally in Boston, where the air is cold, and the genral madness levels are running at new highs. Let’s start the mamoth account of the preceeding days from the beggining of the trip.
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Chikamon

December 13th, 2002

I just can’t belive how wonderfull some people are to me. I really am lucky sometimes. It is incredibly easy to whinge about things, in fact, many of those around me have commented that whinging makes up a big part of my conversation.
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I’m just a teenage dirtbag

December 11th, 2002

Strange strange days. Time is flicking at a strange rate. Instead of it’s usual 24 frames per second, it seems to be slowing up and down half hazzardly. I am finding it hard to keep up with which day it is, what I’ve done, and what I have to do.
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Lions and tigers and bears… oh my.

December 9th, 2002

Hmm, this is likely to be a rather long entry. Brace yourselves for boredom and madness that will ensue. I guess that is all my fault, for not writting more regularily on this thing. Still, one can only do so much in a day. Mary made the observation that those people who have lives are usually the ones that don’t have time to write entries. Those who don’t have a life, write loads of entries, but they are not exciting…
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The roof is on fire.

December 6th, 2002

So the rather tackless title in today’s entry has to do with the Bushfires here in Sydney at the moment. It all seems rather threatening for me, specially since Jimmy’s family lives in one of the hotspots (Berowra), not to mention that Anna Jean lives a hop skip and a jump away from Dural. I hope things turn out ok.
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I need to shave my cha cha before I go out…

December 4th, 2002

Well, dear reader, what do you think of the new and improved format!?!?!?! I personally like it, though it is not yet personalised. If I ever figure out how to do it, i’ll probably change colors and perhaps even add a picture of my sweet innocent face. If I ever manage to do it, I’d also like the most recent entry to be already expanded (thanks to liedra for that little nugget!). But overall, i’m incredibly happy with it.
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Into a fog where no-one notices the contrast beyond white on white.

December 2nd, 2002

Well, let’s write some stuff…
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In the dark of night.. by my side..

December 1st, 2002

Finding life seems to get harder and harder the longer you live. This is strange.
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