And whoosh, two weeks fly by without an update.  Largely spent, I think,  

in some sort of self-pity induced apathetic whirlwind.  I get bored, and  

then I get frustated, then I shut down.  So the first week of not writing,

I was probably really snappy at work, though I stayed long hours.  This   

week, I've been staying short hours, trying to escape the doldrums my life

has sunken into.  I've been a lot happier since I got a package in the    

mail from Gillian, though.  Besides a nice letter and another picture of  

her, she sent me some swell socks.  Aren't they    

cool?  I wore them to work today.



Bought the DVD of the cult-flick-cum-media-phenomenon Blair Witch Prject,

only because it was on special for $6.66.



Tons of birthdays in the office; last week Terrance had one, complete with

mini-keg of Grolsch, and today was Joel's.  Both of 'em got cakes.  I

never got a cake!  Joel did buy me lunch at Campus Cafe on my bday,

though.



Last night's Buffy was hilarious - a drug being put into the campus pub's

beer made Buffy and some others regress into caveperson states.  I can't

get over how cool Willow is.  I was trying to figure out who she reminded

me of (if anyone - could just be my brain playing tricks on me), but I

couldn't.  The preview for next week showed Oz cheating on her - very

upsetting!  They're so cool together, and I like Oz's character a lot as

well.  Claudine disagreed - claimed Oz doesn't talk enough, and that they

didn't make the greatest pair.  Mark was on my side - a guy thing?  Hmm,

but I remember Gaby saying she liked Seth Green on Buffy.  Maybe Claudine

is just a freak.



I was helping Trish set up for the GX Halloween bash (which I subsequently

ran out on when I got tired of waiting around in a bar full of people I

didn't know; it took forever for my co-workers to show back up, and I

couldn't get free food/drink 'till they did.  Probably should have stayed,

but oh well.  It was just my INTENSE dislike for crowds of strangers in a

social setting acting up.) and it occurred to me that she was a pretty

cool, attractive gal.  I was idly lusting after her for an hour or so,

when it hit me like a sock full of quarters how much like Aija she is.   

Short, asian, cute, tongue pierced, firey, bouncy personality - it's

creepy. Very creepy.



I had written a letter to Garbage the night  

that I first saw them in concert.  I never sent it, though I'm not sure   

why.  Browsing around their site after recieving an email update about    

what's going on in the Garbage universe, I wandered upon the section where

they answer their fan mail.  The mail is usually pretty lame, and has 

short answers, but . . . I just felt compelled to send them my letter,    

show them my love.



since they're on my mind, and since I

miss the one that i love a lot



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