This is not the sound of a train

2004-01-07 | 8:39 p.m.

Well, the entries will have to be a mite shorter from now on, due to the fact that school is severely impeding on my slacking abilities.

In essence, Battlefield 1942 is like a cornucopia of delights, purchased at a steep price of very long waiting periods. As a friend implied for the reason the game takes so long, "maybe it's because BF1942 is a real game, unlike CS." I applaud you, brave soul.

Music is very fantastic, and happens to be one of those few things I truly enjoy without any qualms. The internet is my main medium of communication at this point, as the phone seems to be taboo thanks to my mother's watchful eye. Ironically, the more dependent I become on the internet, the more phone privileges are being curtailed for me.

School continues to be large in suckitude, with no real updates except that I want to magically obtain a huge yearly stipend that would cover me financially forever, while being able to go to college at my leisure and not having to worry about huge financial problems that will spring up soon enough.

On the lady front, I may have told some of you this, but I plan to do nothing. Nothing at all. This assures zero problems, and that is the strategy I'm going for.

Stage crew has no paid jobs until the end of February... this is a very bad thing. However, I'm hoping the translation payment will hold me over.

Lastly, the whole "increase self-confidence" plan is slowly coming into effect, but I fear I might start being more of an ass than usual. If I do this, please slap me and go about your daily business. Thank you.

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