didn't i say i was gonna go to bed at 7:30? i think i might actually be tired but i can't be bothered to just go to sleep when the day has started and there's stuff to do.

i guess i'm weird like that. is there some little cult for insomniacs? if there is, add me to your msn list, i get bored way too easily on the internet! besides diaryland and bif's fan site and e-mails... i do nothing online. i'm not a person for chat rooms or porn or "surfing the web".

anyway, i CANNOT find a good blueish-purple scheme that works for my guestbook, it's pissing me off. will someone be a doll and work one out that matches the colors of my diary? i'd love you forever and ever. and the other problems i have. i bet you i could figure them out under normal circumstances but i haven't slept properly for like a week and i have other things on my mind too. serious life-changing problems, and i can't even talk to anyone about it. if i tell you, you'd probably laugh at me. but i'm frikkin scared shitless.

so yeah.

i'm getting mad at my modem. i don't think it's EVER worked properly which is just plain stupid because i could have taken it to the store where i got it which is TWO streets away from my house and gotten them to replace it while it was still under warranty. but that seems to easy. so now i'm gonna dig out my old cpu which i'm currently using as a nightstand... i'm so clever like that, the computer guys actually said it was good for nothing else but an anchor. haha. anyway, i'm gonna dig it out and see if the modem in that one works any better than this one. of course that requires digging it out, taking out the modem... unhooking this computer, replacing the modems, looking for the right drivers, testing it out. and switching them back if it doesn't work. doesn't that sound like a pain in the ass? to tell you the truth, i'm probably gonna do it today when i'm at the point of exhaustion and ready to electricute myself. the last time i did that, i had my broken shoulder and tried pulling a stiff adapter out of a powerbar with one hand. let me tell you something: don't do it.

my dad wants me to go to this thing at the church, i can't remember the name right now... there's baked goodies and second-hand stuff. junk. i'll probably end up going because i have no life right now and justin's sleeping.

did i tell you i'm thinking about going back with justin? if i do, it's purely for sex and nothing else because he has nothing else to offer me. haven't i gotten shallow? oh well.

i've been wanting to clean my room up ever since i got back. i swear, it's like a few tornadoes had fun in my room. in the whole house actually. i'm pretty sure i've talked about this already, but you can hear it again.

my doggie wants to come in, but first i have to link something for you or i'll completely forget about it. i was looking for diaries from people in fredericton and found a girl that goes to stu. she was talking about this "game" of guessing if students or a family own houses while you're walking around town. and i swear, damieon and i do it unconsciously all the time. it's so obvious, haha. anyway, go and see. it'll make you laugh if you're simple-minded like me. or if you're a university student as well.

I'm wearing: same stuff again
I'm listening to: something on the new no doubt cd, too lazy to check the title
I'm thinking: my neck hurts