self-imposed censorship

the tragic consequences of an overly exposed web journal -- everyone reads it. is "everyone" really the audience we want? even if it limits our outlet for creative and emotional catharsis?

christmas time is upon us once again, and i must say i don't feel particularly festive at the moment. i just feel....tired. i have things i have to do, errands to run, people to see. but all i want to do is sleep. and that's saying a lot considering i slept 9 hours already last night.

yet, there's nothing more depressing then having nothing going on.

i can honestly say that's my biggest fear in life -- to have nothing of significance in my life, to not have anything to live for, no reason to wake up in the morning (afternoon).

ok, time to run some errands. the days are too short, the nights are too long. that's what happens when you wake up at 2 in the afteroon.

the new......yau

i have no idea what kind of dog s/he is. but my brother says the name is bailey. soooo, i assume it's a boy. i want to play with him, but i'm too lazy to visit them. oh the dillema.

i wonder if they named him or got him with a name already, apparently they drove all the way down to the states to pick him up. he looks like this little porcelain dog my mom used to have in the basement of our house.

the "evil" dog from the old didomi kung-fu movie we made, hahahaha

moon river, wider than a mile

describing lebron james' performance so far this season:

"'It's like he is playing ahead of everyone else,' says Cavaliers point guard Jeff McInnis. 'He sees everything and knows what to do. It's like, you play PlayStation against him on the plane, and he is the same way. He knows what is coming, and he beats you.'"

that's HILLARIOUS, hahahaha

anyways, i'm free, and i'm going to play some ball to start the day.

mmmmm....christmas....

t-minus: 1 day....

i don't actually know what i'll do when i get home.

but boy am i going to enjoy it.

2 down, 1 to go

in one week i'll be back in toronto.

one.....more......week.....

in other news, i wonder if thinking of and giving gift ideas is a skill?

are there GOOD gift givers and BAD gift givers?

i wonder what people consider me.

don't answer that.

1 down, 2 to go

whoever invented the term paper should be shot.

internal dialogues: part duex

welcome to another episode of identity crisis simon. full of memorable moments like:

- the time he forgot he taped his glasses up
- the time his parents dressed him up as a girl
- the time he said he'd be a good student

in today's installment, the plot thicken as simon weighs the pros and cons of taking a nap in the midst of his heavy end of term work load.

i want to take a nap...but i shouldn't, because i know when i wake up it's going to be friday morning.

i guess i could set my alarm...

ah, who am i kidding, that never works. stay awake and work it is. but boy, i sure don't wanna work. i'm not even all that sure what it is i'm suppose to do, except i know it's already late. hmmmm....maybe it's time to drop out and start that band i've always wanted to start.....

maybe i'll eat something. or maybe i'll play some games. maybe i'll watch a bit of tv.....i did four pages of reading, i deserve a break.

i wonder how my basketball pool's doing....hm....

i wonder if other people spend as much time online as me. people need to update their blogs more often. i'm getting bored of reading the same thing hour after hour waiting for comments so i can show how clever and witty i am with my little quirky jabs.

i wonder why no one has commented on my new picture.

i wonder how often people actually visit my site. wouldn't it be strange if someone read my site as often as i read everyone elses?

man, i should get back to work. but there's so many gift ideas to share my input about. but i'm too lazy to post in all the forums. man. this gift thing is hard. we should all give each other a nice slap on the behind and be done with it.

why aren't i working? if i work for the next 4 hours, i'll be able to space it out pretty well after my dinner break and hopefully get this thing done by tomorrow afternoon. hm...or i might fall asleep. i bet i'm gonna fall asleep.

crap, i better not fall asleep.

man, i'm sleepy.

i should blog, i haven't blogged in a while.