Teretz Syndrome

Monday, June 17, 2002. 10:11PM

Dunno why I'm writing this... guess I feel I ought to. Today I had an email from my good friend Ed, who informed my that 12% of my hits were cause by him. Now, seeing as three people know about this site, one of them is in England (well, leaving tonight), and as far as I know he never checks it, the other is my man Marcus, who used to check it before it had content, but as far as I'm aware he hasn't come back...any way, I'm drifting. The point is, as far as I know, the only person who checks this regularly is Ed. So the only person who is reading this now is Ed (unless after such a time as more people know about it, somebody checks back on the old logs). Anyway, Hi Ed.

Been studying a fair bit of late on account of me having my Macroeconomics Exam today. It went okay. I think I passed. This is just BONZA, essentially because Macro is the subject when I have spent the least amount of wakeing hours, and it doesn't have the least taxing subject matter, so I was going to fail...but not anymore... now I shall pass... BONZA!

I reloaded Windows on my laptop in an attempt to remove this sound card error message when it loads up. My laptop has very little on it (it had no games), an basically all I use it for is MP3s and some typing. Anyway, I didn't get rid of the error message, and I must have ticked the games button, because now I have Solitaire. Solitaire has a gambling function, and for some reason I have been driven to playing it for an hour or so late at night, and loosing large amounts of money. I understand now why gambling is addictive. It seems so simple, even an idiot can do it, it seems like the easiest way of making money! All you have to do is press the button and BAM! fifteen grand. It's not like that though. They take your money and then... oh God...what have I become. I haven't been sleeping well, either. Maybe it's the virtual gambling, or maybe not. I seem to have Queen songs running though my head a lot, and when the cool guitar starts I have to play air guitar, and that keeps me awake. I think the party-o-rama may have something to do with it also. I know it's ages away, but I'm planing it now, and it's getting me all worked up. The danger! The excitement! Damn I love chicks! Any beautiful women who don't know me and stumble upon this site, please, mail me. Actually, it just occurred to me, it must be coming up on a year since I broke up with my last steady girlfriend...yeah...not long after the school holidays... Jesus... that's it. Psychoanalysis, you have worked! What I need is a girl... that's why I'm so randy! Oh, Christ! Shit... hmm... parties...two on the 29th...no, to far... mine and Wills after that...again, to further... this weekend...Fiona and her clubbing? I guess it's possible? Maybe? Bound to be scantily clad women in a nightclub. Hmm...should I really be writing this on a public website? I guess this is supposed to be a journal of my hopes and dreams... and this is both, in a way... and also neither.

Ahh well, run myself down enough and I'll sleep eventually.

Oh, and it's my birthday tomorrow.

Have fun Cats.

Aditional: How is it that the Dreamweaver spell checker doesn't include the words "email", "website" and "party-o-rama"? What do they think we use websites to write about?

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