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These entries are archived from 1-30-01 to 2-3-01.

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February 3, 2001

Happy birthday to me;
Happy birthday to me;
It's my birthday, if you for-got-ot;
Happy Birthday to me!

February 2, 2001

All good things must come to an end... I got the first piece of homework that I actually have to do at HOME this week. Oh, well...

Today's groundhog day, which is the day when Americans shine floodlights on a dirt-hugging rodent in order to determine, even after developing all of our fancy scientific and meteorological equipment, just to see if it's going to be cold for another six weeks. Well, guess what: No Shadow in the south, Shadow in the north. You'd think those groundhogs could at least synchronise their routine so we don't have conflicting predictions.

In other news, I thought I'd spotlight my Creatures today. These are first pieces of Nornography (the pics to the left and right) and are of the same creature; namely, a tenth-generation norn who happens to be named 'Jekkal'. If anyone is interested in having this norn for their own world, please contact me. If you have no earthly idea what a Norn is, then I truly pity you. Click here to be enlightened.

Another game that I happen to have been engulfed in lately is one of Squaresoft's lesser-known gems, Threads of Fate. Unfortunately, I do not know of a good link for the game. Sorry.

February 1, 2001

Uh oh. I overheard in a conversation before class that my crush HAS a girlfriend. Whether my status in this dating game has now led me to be called a 'girlfriend' of his or whether not he has a girlfriend that ISN'T me, I'm still wondering about. I'll have to ask... over the phone, of course. Asking in public may not be a smart move just yet.

In other news... I'm doing good. I've lost contact with a friend I had classes with first semester in an off-school project, and just today not only did I find where I stashed her e-mail address, I also found her phone number as well!

Boy, do WE have a lot to catch up on... 

~*~*~Later~*~*~

I knew I called this place Fortuneshitty for a reason. It won't say I have the right username/password, and when I go to the 'Lost Password' form and fill it out, it won't send it in to be processed! So now I'm stuck without this being updated... *sigh*

January 31, 2001

Me happy. I just got a cute guy's phone number at school today. He's a bit taller than I am (when you're 4'10", that isn't difficult), he's a year older than I am, he's in my science class, and he's black. I guess opposites do attract. ^_^

The problem now is not how to snare him — I figure I'll ask him to be my escort for the next available dance — the problem NOW is how to get his homeroom number without attracting too much attention. His homeroom number is important, so that way I can send the guy a carnation come Valentine's Day.

My science class is one that has more than its fair share of rabble-rousers, and between my seat and my new crush's are two of the worst. I can ignore them fairly well when I'm trying to work, but that's usually becuase they're working as well. However we have a few minutes left over before the bell rings, and that's when they get rowdy.

Today, when I was getting his phone number under the premise that I might need his phone number in case I needed 'help' remembering or doing homework. A completely acceptable reason, and that coupled with the fact I can't emote smitten very well guaranteed my success.

THEN the two rowdies in question started teasing my crush about getting the phone number, as rowdies think that anything more thana boy and a girl being lab partners is a sign of sexual intercourse. Both of us told them off, but I don't know if he actually believed that line about me needing his phone number for school business.

Of course, now that I have his phone number, all bets are off. I can just call him at will and ask him for his homeroom #. I don't know if he has any girlfriends, but I would not be surprised if he did. Better be careful, tho... if so, I may be on the losing end of a fight.

January 30, 2001

It's happened.

Today, the Georgia Legislature's Senate approved a new flag design. The banner of the old flag — a flag which boldly bared the Confederate battle symbol — has had its death warrant signed.

I've been following the story closely on salon.com, and it truly saddens me. Now, don't get me wrong here — I think that the confederate battle symbol is as much a reminder of a past we could afford not to have shoved in as a swastika — no, the fact that the flag is being changed is not what bothers me.

What bothers me is that the damn flag is BUTT UGLY!

I'm sorry, but it's too busy, it's too much of a compromise, it's just another do-nothing flag, and most importantly, 2/3s of the state's population hates it. It's a pitiful attempt at a compromise between extreme racists — both the extremely 'white power' and the extremely 'politically correct'— and those 2/3s of the state who have an ounce of sense are being stuck in the middle and forced to accept it.

As a final note, I read a poem that was in the dregs of my old 486 which I am now cleaning house on so that my Dad can retire the thing. It was about the Tennesee flag, what it stood for, and it was a damn good poem. That Tennesee flag was flying when my mother was born, and it still flies. This new flag which will fly soon; is there any way to put that into an poem that doesn't hang with overtones of government side-shuffling and hatred for not only the old flag, but the new? I don't foresee one.

God help Georgia; their people have been betrayed.