extreme procrastination leads me to you journal....you motherfucker
I wish i could remember the last time i wrote in this, but I'm going to guess it was summertime when i was feeling like a bum and probably wished i was chewing gum. Next week for me is a bunch of due dates, the problem is i prepared weeks ago for them (in my mind) but then didn't put any of that to action. But i think i can pull off some Montana's and lets all just hope that things turn up Jerry Rice and not Kordell Stewart. I had lunch with my dad today it was mad cool. We talked about plauges and the president and other pressing issues like whether we should add both bacon and cheese to our angus burgers. Before that I almost rolled the diece again and went to the Pancake house, luckily the joint was packed-but that place is dead anyways.
In another month it'll be 1 year that i'll have been dating Lauren. In retrospect it doesn't seem like that long ago, in rugospect i made that word up. When trying to think of something to do with her I usually think of someplace that serves cheap wine with slutty waitresses. Its too bad we don't live closer to Pure Gold, I think Lauren would appreciate its buffet and entertainment. I'll probably get stuck with going out to dinner with her, or better yet having to spend the whole night together. That kind of stuff just makes me want to scream, its like she doesnt think i have better things to do. I think I could be a decent lier. I wonder what it really takes to become a spy. My brother used to dodge regular camera photographs for years and would usually be enraged if you caught him with one. Years later he confessed it was because he wanted to be a spy and didn't want to be captured on photo. I wonder if that fingerprint thing in Men in Black really exists?
I put new carpet in my room this weekend, it makes my room warmer and less like a dirty pit in the basement of this dirty house. I start this thing called the homework club on wednedsday whereby i goto the Hamilton central library and help kids with their homework. I hope one of the downtown crazies doesn't bite my eyes out.
In another month it'll be 1 year that i'll have been dating Lauren. In retrospect it doesn't seem like that long ago, in rugospect i made that word up. When trying to think of something to do with her I usually think of someplace that serves cheap wine with slutty waitresses. Its too bad we don't live closer to Pure Gold, I think Lauren would appreciate its buffet and entertainment. I'll probably get stuck with going out to dinner with her, or better yet having to spend the whole night together. That kind of stuff just makes me want to scream, its like she doesnt think i have better things to do. I think I could be a decent lier. I wonder what it really takes to become a spy. My brother used to dodge regular camera photographs for years and would usually be enraged if you caught him with one. Years later he confessed it was because he wanted to be a spy and didn't want to be captured on photo. I wonder if that fingerprint thing in Men in Black really exists?
I put new carpet in my room this weekend, it makes my room warmer and less like a dirty pit in the basement of this dirty house. I start this thing called the homework club on wednedsday whereby i goto the Hamilton central library and help kids with their homework. I hope one of the downtown crazies doesn't bite my eyes out.