Field of Daize’s

And he began to speak.

January 26th, 2004

Well, I spent the better part of five days relaxing in the central coast. Actually had planned on doing a lot on the intermenetnet, but my chances where thwarted when an electrical storm managed to blow out the modem in the house that I was residing in. Oh well, the relax was good all the same.
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Is time really on our side?

January 18th, 2004

Well, welcome to the weird and wonderful way that life without direction takes a person. When somoene has a direction in their life, they head towards it, occasionally meandering before getting back to their path. On the other hand, if your direction seems to be better explained by choas theory than linear equations, then you have a problem.
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You have to pick a pocket or two.

January 16th, 2004

Well, went into uni for the first time this year. I went there to get my thesis and essay back from last semester. When I got to the office, I found that my supervisor (if you can call him that, or perhaps better put, if you can call me his student) was in the office, and I walked away before he could see me. I’m not terribly happy with him, and I can only imagine he doesn’t like me all that much. Then again, he probably hasn’t seen my face all that much, so he may not even have known who I was. The thing is, I wanted to talk to the admin woman, who seems to like me well enough, and I didn’t want to talk while he was there.
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Popsicle toes

January 13th, 2004

Well, I’m itchy all over. It does serve me right, all things considered, since I was handling isolation batts without much protection. So I now have “isolating” fibres all over me. Not happy.
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I would fly you to the moon and back

January 6th, 2004

Well, a new year brings with it much hope, with an added share of anxiety over what the hell I’m doing. From every crevice in conversation, I seem to be bombarded with the question of my future, which would not be altogether bad if I had a set direction. As it stands, on the other hand, I find myself giving garbled answers that reflect my dreams more than they reflect any sort of reality.
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