I shouldn't have time for this, but I'm stressed and I need a release. BAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I didn't actually yell that, though it probably would have been fairly effective in helping me calm down for about 4 seconds. I'll take any inner peace I can get. I'm not doing well with school. At all. And I have no one to blame but myself. I'm ( Read more... )

I didn't think that I was going to be able to write tonight. For a long while, I couldn't get to this page. I want to start writing more public stuff. Whatever I can say to you guys, I can say to the world, right? Probably not. It’s an exercise in expanding limitations, is it not? For me, there’s always this struggle in deciding how much ( Read more... )

This is another plea, from me to you. Please don't contact me during the next two weeks. I have more work than I can shake a fist at. 3 papers and a test next week. 2 papers and the test are scheduled for a week from today. Therefore, ESPECIALLY this week, I need to be ignored. Thank you in advance. I hope to stay away from Messenger. If ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm leading two lives now - there's High School Jodi and University Jodi. At home, I'm Just Jodi (like Just Jack, only uncool) and that provides a nice resting place. I have all my new university stuff - people, work, campus, routine, and all that jazz, and I'm also trying to keep up with the friends and events that made the last four ( Read more... )

I may have failed my history test tonight, and I think I got about 65% on my psychology. I came home an hour ago and cried - cried like I had nothing but tears to give to the world. I didn't cry because I wrote a poor essay (although I did), I cried because I studied for 11 hours. And I knew EVERYTHING. I simply couldn't get it into an essay. ( Read more... )

I have a majorly huge week fast approaching, and so I need to ignore y'all for about 2 weeks. This week I have to get caught up. Next week, I have a test in every class. That's 5. Ok, one's a quiz. But still. So I've decided that I'm giving up on trying to balance any sort of a social life with my school crap. Sadly, the latter must prevail ( Read more... )

I'll write this now because I'm freshly confused and slightly frustrated. Eric, you have to explain all that nonsense to me or risk having a slew of terrible rumours spread regarding your sexual deviations. Although in university that could make you a hero. Here's the thing folks, Messenger is a mode of communication designed with good ( Read more... )

Stephanie is now on her Via train, number 001. It's actually train number 1 - out of all the numbers it could possibly be, it's 1. I like that because for some reason it seems there is a smaller chance of finding a train that is 001 than one that is number 932, or something along that line. My mom cried. Carolyn cried. My dad cried. Steph ( Read more... )

Toronto is always fun, especially when I claim to know where I'm going. Luckily, it's quite difficult to not end up close to where you want to go. Or that's how it turned out in this one particular instance. Therefore, it must always be that way. Vicky, Jessie, Mindy and I toured the Eaton Centre and strolled down Younge Street. Delightful. ( Read more... )

I wanted this entry to be a happy one because a lot of very good things have been going on, but it just can't be. My mom called and it turns our that our cat has cancer. And it's bad. The vet actually wants her in for surgery tomorrow, but even after that they're only giving her 3 years to live. And it will cost $850 to prolong her life by that ( Read more... )