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all afternoon there has been this mysterious fog wafting about campus.
last night i realized that i left my alarm clock at home again. this isnt a huge crisis because my earliest class starts at 11 each day and this morning i had to be up at 12 for my one class. my mom volunteered to call and wake me up around 11 so that i would be awake for sure.
not a problem, right?
ive been at UTM one evening and already im having sleeping problems. i couldnt get to bed until about 3:00 last night and proceeded to have a nightmare about killing a religious leader and then horribly maiming one of my little brothers over some cappuccino mix.
Mrs McCoy calls me about 9 am to inform me that kenney never came home last night. surprise. when she and i spoke on the phone last night (we are good friends) she mentioned that kenney went to dantes. i said he was probably still there. i went back to bed.
my mom calls at 1:00 to inform me that she has forgotten to wake me up and i have missed my one class that i was actually very determined to go to today. oops.
i call linas. after the second ring the opperator informs me that my call is no longer connnected. i repeat this a few times with the same outcome.
i call dantes house wondering if someone found kenney. his dad picks up the phone and tells me that dante is too preoccupied to talk to me right now. k.
i call kenneys house and ask Mrs McCoy if someone found kenney. he was at Dantes and she just sent him out to mail some things with the dog. k. we ended up talking for a good 40 minutes before hanging up.
i try calling linas again with no avail. i am displeased.
the phone rings and i hope that it is kenney or dante or linas or chris cauchi or friends.
its Bell asking me if i am happy with my phone services. yeah. i talk to the phone guy who seems very nervous. we buy a package for $15 and are both pleased.
then we talk about school. yes, i go to the university of toronto. english. its okay. an adjustment. he tells me about his roommates. we have a big laugh. i get call display and an answering machine and save $15. he asks me to rate him on a scale of 1-10 and i say 10. we are both happy.
despite the instructions that i have scribbled down on the back of a photo sheet, i cannot activate my answering machine. this irritates me but im too bored to do anything about it now.
i update livejournal and decide to make a sandwich. i think about the odds of chris cauchi coming by today and contemplate being dressed or somewhat presentable. i decide against it.
last night i realized that i left my alarm clock at home again. this isnt a huge crisis because my earliest class starts at 11 each day and this morning i had to be up at 12 for my one class. my mom volunteered to call and wake me up around 11 so that i would be awake for sure.
not a problem, right?
ive been at UTM one evening and already im having sleeping problems. i couldnt get to bed until about 3:00 last night and proceeded to have a nightmare about killing a religious leader and then horribly maiming one of my little brothers over some cappuccino mix.
Mrs McCoy calls me about 9 am to inform me that kenney never came home last night. surprise. when she and i spoke on the phone last night (we are good friends) she mentioned that kenney went to dantes. i said he was probably still there. i went back to bed.
my mom calls at 1:00 to inform me that she has forgotten to wake me up and i have missed my one class that i was actually very determined to go to today. oops.
i call linas. after the second ring the opperator informs me that my call is no longer connnected. i repeat this a few times with the same outcome.
i call dantes house wondering if someone found kenney. his dad picks up the phone and tells me that dante is too preoccupied to talk to me right now. k.
i call kenneys house and ask Mrs McCoy if someone found kenney. he was at Dantes and she just sent him out to mail some things with the dog. k. we ended up talking for a good 40 minutes before hanging up.
i try calling linas again with no avail. i am displeased.
the phone rings and i hope that it is kenney or dante or linas or chris cauchi or friends.
its Bell asking me if i am happy with my phone services. yeah. i talk to the phone guy who seems very nervous. we buy a package for $15 and are both pleased.
then we talk about school. yes, i go to the university of toronto. english. its okay. an adjustment. he tells me about his roommates. we have a big laugh. i get call display and an answering machine and save $15. he asks me to rate him on a scale of 1-10 and i say 10. we are both happy.
despite the instructions that i have scribbled down on the back of a photo sheet, i cannot activate my answering machine. this irritates me but im too bored to do anything about it now.
i update livejournal and decide to make a sandwich. i think about the odds of chris cauchi coming by today and contemplate being dressed or somewhat presentable. i decide against it.