I wrote the previous entry about a week or so ago. And now here is a temporary experience I would like to share that relates, now that I think about it ( Read more... )

I was just going through some old stuff and stumbled across some writing from when I was I think around 14-15-16. So I read it ( Read more... )

I'm back ( Read more... )

With a sigh of relief, this journal is now closed.
You may pick up your sweater at the door.
Please be advised that it is cold outside.
Thank you.

I like december. Waking up. And moving on.

Hi, how are you. How high are you?
I've decided to breathe, and allow my mind to feel refreshed and exit the years that have passed.
I breathe a sigh of relief, and I found something in my pocket to say.

Today is a a stretch of a blink of an eye. And I've decided to run away with it in the night.

Mwah.

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Sometimes, if the topic is really interesting and I don't have any imediate essays of my own to do, I wil lwrite my friends essays for them. The problem I find wit hessays is the length; teh require ti to be too short and thereby I mfeel I miss half of teh information.

However, I did get to stay up all night to finish. I get a secret high when it is ( Read more... )

Okay so I am not done procrastinating.
http://www.cbc.ca/technology/story/2006/11/24/wheat-gene.html The domestication of wheat is an example of GM a plant. So, now they are taking something wild and putting it back into where it was taken from. Uhhhh duhhh????? And they are testing types of wheat from countries all over the world.

Do you know what ( Read more... )

When I am supposed to be writing essays, I tend to procrastinate by catching up on the news. I usually start with CBC, and then depending on the topics let my searching flow. While I won't go into whether or not I feel I could enter into the journalist world, the lives of journalists fascinate me. As do the stories and how the stories are reported ( Read more... )

Chp12
            I had little explanation to describe why I was here. Or where I was. But it was becoming apparent to me that it was Tuesday and that there was something connected to sound, where I was and where I had been. There was some kind of connection and as much as I did not want Jaxin to spell it out for me, I felt it necessary. I was ( Read more... )