Happy Birfday my dear Blair-Bear! Hee hee, birf sounds like barf, which I hope your birfday is devoid of.

Even though you probably never even go on here. I just wanted to be thorough.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAULY!!!!!
My socks have been rocked. By you.

Who needs to be invisible when you can just be a janitor?

We got our internet cut off from Shaw because we used it too much.

I feel like I should post...hmmm, what to say?
I moved out...like a month ago...! Barshkla, sweet Barshkla.
I might be getting another job. It would be uber exciting I'm sure. And pay the rent! I'm outgoing, right? Right?
Yah, that about covers it.
Wow, that's lame.

Three down, one to go. And then on to the list of things I need to get done:
-get tattoo
-clean horribly neglected animals cage
-find dust to let said animals bathe (school isn't good for them)
-get drivers license (that's right, my L)
-learn to drive
-get shoes for Dylan...damn wheelies
-pay phone bill on time for once
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The news has a count down on the bottom ~1/5 of the screen counting down the minutes until the hockey game starts. It is awesome-tastic. That was probably the highlight of my day. But, *tear* I can't watch the game because I will be behaving and diligently studying.
Hmm, maybe dating Dylan has changed me a wee bit...

They ate my pizza. The bastards.

One down and one to go. Luckly even the easy one. All I have to do is make 5 pages of notes into 5 pages of writing. Woot. Now I go sleep.

Damn analytical culture. Why can't I live in a society where internal dissonance doesn't cause distress? Bah stupid brain with so many freaking thoughts on one freaking topic. Boo.