Before my last entry bearing statistics provided by our local newspaper, there were eight others. They were more self-analytical than they normally would be. I had been taking a course called "The Art of Diaries," in which our term project was to keep an online journal for a week or so. Though the entries are all honest and truthful, they consisted ( Read more... )

Some numbers from The Star that caught my eye:
77: Percentage of Americans who support military action against any country believed to be linked to 9/11 terrorist attacks, even if innocent civilians are killed in those countries ( Read more... )

Damn. It's been a long weekend. Work seemed to drag on for ages - Friday, Saturday and Sunday - all of them long. The nights were good, though. Thursday night was spent having dinner, drinking and doing a bit of gallery-hopping with my mother. She met a few friends of mine, which was nice, since it's rare enough that we can co-ordinate visits where ( Read more... )

Oh. It was a good day. I got to work - made some money on a nice little tattoo and managed to do a whole lot of nothing for the remainder of the day. I got my second wind at the end of work, at which point I came home, dozed off for a bit, ate, and headed out for Paul's birthday shindig.
Apparently, it was also a couple other peoples' birthdays, too ( Read more... )

Couldn't bring myself to write last night. Therapy came in the form of a 4AM phonecall from a friend in Montreal who apparently has been living a parallel life to mine for the last few months. She and I have not spoken in ages and it was so good to even hear her voice - let alone that we were going through the same types of dilemmas with life, ( Read more... )

I'm home from a long day. Thank god. I mean, it was a good day. My anxiety seems to be dissipating a little. I think really it all boils down to money and the things that relate to it. Even if not, let's call it that for now. I don't feel like writing an entry tonight about the woes of my life. I'd like to maybe focus on the good and positive ( Read more... )

Today was a gorgeous day outside for the most part. I was up early and ran some errands before meeting my mother at the train station. I've always enjoyed spending time with her and today was no exception. We walked in the sunshine up from Union Station 'round to Queen Street, where we had a bite to eat and bought some magazines.
The afternoon was ( Read more... )

TUESDAY.25.03.2003
I've felt better since I got a coffee in me about two hours ago. It's been a really long few days, as you may have noticed within the last couple of entries. The stress of life - let alone the end of the semester at school. Wow. I ran around the city today, finalizing a presentation I had to do for a class tonight. A french ( Read more... )

I slept through my godforsaken alarm clock this morning - again. I guess that's what happens when you stay up late to start with, night after night. It catches up with you and you miss the occasional morning or mid-day class, work, appointments, etc. I hate when it happens, though. I miss my good start to the day and then nothing runs smoothly from ( Read more... )

I've been really tempted over the last few weeks to drastically cut my hair - and it couldn't be at a worse time. It's finally grown back into a significant pompadour and I like the way it's grown in (though I find myself wearing my skully cap more often than not.) In the past, whenever I've turned a new page in life, the haircut was the starting ( Read more... )