:: Wednesday, March 26, 2003 ::

Sleepytime...

More and more people are reading this journal lately. Evidence: the new counter (see bottom of page) that was installed yesterday morning. I wish I could force all of you newer readers to go back to the beginning and start there. I know that's a huge pipe dream, but I can't help but feel like this journal was a progression, and to read just from this page on is missing something.

*sigh*

Well, if you're ever bored, those archives are always there. To the left. Click on them.... c'mon, I know you want to...

*ahem*

Today I managed to hop out of bed like a normal person, rather than FALL out and onto my ass like I did yesterday. I pulled back the sarong that covers my window and took in the amazing clarity of the sky, and decided to veto the overanalysis of Philosophy class in favour of the meditative simplicity of the beach. I took my camera down and shot another roll of film, and yet there's still more I need to take. I arrived home to a message from Vancouver Whale Watch: job interview! Imagine this: me, a boat skipper, leading tours and chilling out on the ocean, cruising through the Gulf Islands with the orcas and the sea lions ALL summer. HELLO.

Damn, I hate getting my hopes up.

Finished off the day visiting my boys off-campus. Not that I don't love you ladies dearly, but it was nice to get away from all the estrogen. It was relaxing, just chilling out in the testosterone for a while, playing games, watching movies, and visiting. Talking a-mile-a-minute because I haven't seen those kids in forever. Realizing that summer is around the bend, school will be over, and I will be off-campus... freedom is near.

My room smells bad again. I can't be bothered to discover the source.

This entry seems somewhat incoherent. I can't be bothered to stay up and fix it.

If you love me, you love me rambly and inarticulate.

:: Katy 1:53 a.m. [+] :: ::