I feel like a prune. Shrivelled up and wrinkled before my time.
School is aging me quite a bit. I guess I've sung that tune enough for everyone to know it at this point, but it's still true. And this "group work" shite, what the hell's up with that? Hurrah U of T and individual essays!
Food.
9:09pm
Bush said his Democratic opponent was "naive and dangerous" and aggressively challenged Kerry's key claim on Iraq, that he could bring reluctant allies on board to help forge a peace in that country.
"He talks about a grand idea, let's have a summit," Bush said.
"What's he going to say at those in the summit? Join me in the wrong war in the wrong place at the wrong time?
"They're not going to follow an American president who says follow me into a mistake."
I love it. Go Dubya.
11:56pm
My Dad's in the newspaper again. Mum said I should stick the article on the Occupational Health & Safety prof's desk and ask for an exemption from the course :)
Readin' Comp shite
Listenin' to nothing much
Thinkin' about sushi and homework
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