Dear lj,
Do you know Larry Johnson the NBA player who started big, but ended small because he was injured? He is big and cool. I would not want to run into him in a dark ally. I would like to be able to dunk like him. I am cool.

Have a nice day,
-se

Dear mf’in lj,
i learned why I don’t like to go to city club on the weekends. If I go to city club, I must fill my tank with gas. I am one cheap bastard. If I don’t go to city club, I can go 2 weeks on a tank of gas. That difference of 30/month vs 60/month of gas is fun. I can do stuff with 30/month. I could buy my al-kee-hol at the bar… but I have to drive to the bar. Ah well. I hang up drinking for a while anyway.

-J

Dear lj,

I’m glad your middle name isn’t Baines. Typing your initials would simply be too painful. Today I performed a so called physics experiement. It didn’t work, what else is new? Physics laboratories suck. This is probably why so few people enter the field, because people are smart. That can’t be right, because I know from experience that people are very stupid. There is some universal paradox occuring here, I’d investigate it further, but I really don’t give a damn.
Tired. I think I slept too MUCH! I was late to class cuz I was sleeping. I never get any exercise anymore, I’m sure that does not help. Everything will be better when this semester is over. that is what I keep telling myself. Its probably true.
I also found out from peers in my Physics class, that this paper I’ve been fretting over needs only be 5 pages max. Well I had 5 pages long ago. So I’m stretching my margins and shrinking my line spaces, and I will fit everything I have to say into 5 pages damnit!

Dear LiveJournal,
I’m sorry I haven’t written you in a while, but you are not alive, so you had better not care. I can’t believe it is Thursday already. This week went fast like all the rest. Where does the time go? I just want school to go away, so I must do some school work after I write you.
I was purplexed to see a box waiting for me when I arrived home today. I had already recieve any orders I had placed on the internet. I looked at the return address and it was from a place called Level 3. Immediately images of a vast conspiracy of evil computer crackers planning to blackmail me to do thier evil deeds came to mind. But then I remembered that Level 3 was just an ISP/ASP who had some things in the area. What did they want with me?
I openned, wondering if I should be wearing gloves while fearing a certain powder known to arrive via mail. This was a fedex box, trackable courier? Maybe I was safe. The crinckled paper was deep and I thought someone had sent me an empty box until I got to the bottom and saw the pretty package and note. Why in the world would someone send me Windows XP Professional? I read the note. I had won a drawing for which I registered over 6 months ago. I vaugely remember that they were having drawing on a regular basis. I think I was Novembers winner. Hurray for me I won!!!
That is this weeks excitement. I’ll try to write you soon Live Journal.
Your Slave,
-se

Janice didn’t want to have net sex while in the same room on 2 different computers… I can’t figure out why… here is what happened:

SillyEvar: want to have net sex?
lpbgrrl: no
SillyEvar: ooh baby, you are making me hot.
lpbgrrl: how?
lpbgrrl: this is absolutely silly
SillyEvar: I’m wet right now.
lpbgrrl: study for your physics
SillyEvar: oops, you are supposed to say that.
lpbgrrl: did you wet yourself?
SillyEvar: oh yes, you make me so excited.
lpbgrrl: so excited that you wet yourself
SillyEvar: i’m hard as a rock over you right now.