i am finally talking to aya again. its not like we've been fighting or anything. Just silence from both sides practically. And it was very depressing. But what can you do, when such things occur? these things tend to straighten themselves out...usually....now i just must start talking to blair and then i shall feel much better. The next step: doing stuff with people.

My hermit dome must end at some point. Right?

Tra la la la la...

Suddenly my deploma doesnt see quiet so bad.... ask me about that tomorrow and you may get a different answer.

Jazzy is perched on the printer/fax machiene. She can be so cute, without trying. It seems a little unfair. But then i remind myself that shes a cat. And that sometimes makaes me feel worse. I want to be a cat. With the tail, and the agility, the senses and the eyes. I already have the attention span, for the most part. But to each his own i guess. I may not be a cat, but i can enjoy their company. And pane for the company of one in particular.

Why does that always make my eyes tear? I dont understand it, even when their happy memories, why do i subconsiously want to cry?

Oh, according to natashie's sketchbook, i'm meant to die on his birthday. How ironic is that?
Speaking of sketchboks, mine has been handed in. ANd it literally feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Handing in the final projects should be an interesting sensation as well then. As will writing the deploma. But i'll have to work my ass off on both. Blahhhh....

Ai is comming to calgary tomorrow. I think i'm going to go to their information session. I have to regester though...i think i'll go do that now....