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Wednesday, February 6th, 2002

Very slowly, actually. But it's happening. You won't notice it until one day, you wake up and thins to yourself, "Hm. That Emily... She rules! Like, literally!"

Anyway, today I'm working on yet another essay. Yes, I know. They come in waves, though. For three weeks, I have nothing to do, then all of a sudden, there's a big influx of essays and tests. Actually, I just thought of a better analogy. But I won't say it, because, you know, ew.

Today, I called my mother, and she told me that she wants to buy my computer off the school at the end of the year to give to Meaghan. That's very cool. Now we're not wasting money. Well, not really.

Also, my mother figured out that I will be skipping a class next Friday in order to come home for a concert. Damn her cleverness! And damn the fact that I'll be missing a class on Marx and Engels! Meh, I guess I'll just read The Little Red Book over the break to make up for it.

Oo! Good news everyone!

Your husband's name is William and you have 3 children. You're an editor who drives to work every day in a black Volvo. It's truly a wonderful life when you consider the countless romantic nights you have spent with William in your house in Ireland.

Doesn't that sound nice? Though, I'm guessing we adopted at least one of our kids. No way are three babies coming out of me!

So. It's almost 8:00 and I haven't started my essay yet. I think that's a bad thing.

In other news, Ni is trying to push her friend Zach on me. She keeps talking about him and saying that I should meet him. I don't know about this... It seems kind of creepy. I don't want to be set up. Especially with someone who goes to York. Lara, on the other hand, has been praising her friend Alex to me: "He likes Belle and Sebastian!" she says. "Bully for him," I say, "He scares me to death." And Chelsea thinks I should get over my current crush. Maybe. Maybe.

Hehe. Maybe I should cite this in my essay.

I've noticed that my entries are getting more and more fragmented. This is probably due to the fact that I start one in the morning, then keep the browser window open all day and add more whenever I think about it. Really, this method of writing would be more suitable to a traditional blog, but I can't bring myself to use that layout. It's so... small. And I know I'd be tempted to add a new entry every ten minutes. And no one would enjoy that.

But anyway, let's have a food update. Things I ate today:
- one cup orange juice, for breakfast
- two cups chocolate milk, for breakfast
- one half bagel, buttered, burnt, for breakfast
- one cup orange juice and gingerale, for lunch
- one cup chocolate milk, for lunch
- one serving broccoli with cheese
- one serving pasta primavera
- four crackers
- one cup tea, chai, with two lumps and skim milk
- one cup hot chocolate
Getting better, huh? More food means more healthy! We like being healthy! Wait, does more food mean more healthy, or does it just mean more food? Oh, nutrition really isn't my thing.

I've actually been having food day dreams. When I day dream about myself, though, I usually see myself. That can't be a normal thing. Because I can never see myself doing things, so why do I dream about it? Anyway, I was daydreaming about me cooking scrambled eggs in my new kitchen and singing to the radio. Yes, it seemed like a really fun thing to be doing. I wish I could do that now.

I've also been day dreaming about pumpkin pie. Actually, I can smell pumpkin pie. But it's a trick of my head, see, because there cannot be pumpkin pie in my dorm. My nose is playing games with me!

Maybe I'm going insane. That's not good, man. That's not good at all.

Oh! Right. Essay. So I'll leave you with these three last things, for your own enjoyment.

Songs of the day:
Belle and Sebastian - Family Tree
The Beatles - If I Fell In Love With You
Blur - Coffee and TV