November 13th, 2003

Fiona and me in the snow

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Sitting here in Bell waiting for my next class is boring. At least we have internet allbeit slow, and people out in the lounge BSing about random things. So technically I don't have much to write about but do I ever have much to write about? What is the point of Live Journal's existence? To fill up virtual pages and disk space? I don't know, it is too early and I am too tired from last night's late night study session here to be existential and think deeply.

I plan just to go to lab, boring, then come back and do more analytical chemistry, boring. Thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. On that Boring note, I'll end here before I become even more boring.