This morning, I woke up with a smile on my face. It's strange, when you can't explain why exactly you feel the way you do. Maybe it was the dreams I had last night? I can't remember any of them, although I'm sure they were fantastic ( Read more... )

Life, as I know it, may as well be over.

It's Holloween! You know what that means...

Today marks the beginning of the Christmas Holiday season. Let me be the first to wish all of you a Merry Christmas Holiday ( Read more... )

I want to have a child. A girl, a daughter.

I want to take her out trick or treating for Holloween. I want her to be able to experience Holloween the same way I used to. I want to go trick or treating with my daughter. Parade her up and down the streets in her R2D2 costume.

It's going to happen one day, I know it.

Last night, I decided to buckle down and start working on my assignments. My internet friends, I tell you, I was so stressed these last few days, I havn't been able to stop myself from doing the hair thing I do when I'm upset. I had a lab to do, and then this math project. The math has been on my mind for a month now, but I havn't been able to make ( Read more... )

I'm mere minutes away from my last midterm of this semester. I've already got an application for McDonalds written up and ready to go. That's plan B, though.

Honestly, I stayed up all night last night. I've spent the better part of this week studying and memorizing formulas, and I hope that it'll all pay off today ( Read more... )

Those familiar with me and my past would know of a man named Derek. At the end of grade seven (seventh grade, for my American readers), he left my town and moved to New Brunswick. We've managed to maintain contact for years and years ( Read more... )

Take a look at the last panel in this comic. This is going to be me once midterms are over.

I just got the following email:

Rear Libby, for a long time nothing of each other belongs! How' s goes to you, what makes your work, your Japanese, your love, etc.?! Many greetings, Makoto

I don't think this email was for me. I think it got delivered to me by accident. Time to find another e-mailman.

You know what they say. Any doctors appointment that you can walk away from without having your ass fingered by a big black dude is a good doctors appointment.