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Fastest Minesweeper Times (still) Beginner 10s Advanced 50s Expert 176s     (okay, a few links work now. but i ain't telling which...) february 26, nearly two weeks since i last made an entry (in this journal) wrote a few mid-terms, did average on one and terribly on the other. still eating at stupid times, my stomach devouring my muscles, which in themselves are atrophying the physique i once thought i had. still cursing to myself when i wake up. am totally to blame. i'm such a procrastinator... i know that i have lots of time to do the work i have set before me, but i just find so much to waste it on. must be that tiddlely-pom principle at work     midi party lately, i've been wasting time with  midi . yes, that's right... music from a computer that sounds like music from a computer. i dunno.. i'm still amazed at the technology of the thing. also, i'm using cubic player, which uses Ultrasound patch files (to make up for th

woke up at 10am yesterday morning, but ended up missing class anyway. i think the cold weather is really getting to me; i hardly had the strength to come to the lab and surf and send out valentines. actually, what i really wanted to do here was play some wizardry7, but windows95 won't give me enough memory. curse that 640k limit. missing class means i'll have to pick up more notes from macpherson. i really have to catch up in that e&m class... i haven't a clue as to how to do those assignment problems, which reminds me to pick up a copy of the solutions from someone. i didn't get into bed until around 5 am - stayed up watching the godfather, which i still haven't seen in its entirety. i've done this to myself before - felt guilty for not waking up, falling asleep, dreaming, waking and feeling guilty, etc etc. it's a vicious cycle, and often i'll pray for death. some axe-wielding maniac coming into my room, hacking

Plan: To eat the greatest destructive force in the world. I was all dressed for success but success it never comes and i'm the only one who laughs at your jokes when they are so bad and your jokes they're always bad but they're not as bad as this:  come join us in a prayer  we'll be waiting, waiting here  everything's ending, yeah.

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fell asleep on my bed around 3:40pm, monday. just finished some leftover spaghetti. sara et al left yesterday. i guess i'm a bit numb from that. in the dream, i'm in a mall. i go to this electronics store, with video games and such. i don't have any money on me, but when i leave i notice the store owner drop a twenty onto this box with a small hole cut at the top, but he misses the hole. there's also a bunch of toonies wrapped in clear plastic laying on the top of the box. i think it's some kind of donation box. though sorely tempted, i leave the money alone and walk on. it's the lower level of the mall, and there are lots of arcade machines just set up in the middle. i'm looking for something among them, but i definitely do not find it. as i walk away from them, .. a bit foggy here, but this beautiful blond woman appears, and we embrace. cheesy maybe, but i love her. i know that she's not a real person, but she SEEMS so real. Then two people, i think je