From: Andrew McCallum <andrewm@zooid.guild.org>
Subject: Exams are bleeps
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Organization: The Zoo of Ids
Date: Sat, 23 Jan 1993 03:39:00 GMT

    (I have no idea where this message is headed.)

    Read alt.prose.  I posted a story that I did for English.  I recieved an
A-, and it was the best in the class.  I may suck in essays, but I kick ass
in dialogue.  Well, I don't exacly suck in essays either.  I got 76% on my
last one.  Aww hell.  I'm just into self-beating.
    I wrote an exam today.  Chemisty.  It was pretty fun, actually.  I made
a couple of jokes on it so I hope that lightened the teacher up a bit.
    "Materials - Beeker (and Dr. Bunsen Honeydoo if you can get him) ... ...
     ... .., and a partridge in a pear tree."
    "add 5-10 drops of Barium Chloride and serve with chilled wine."

    `Now now dear.  This is the second time that you've tried to kill me this
week.  I think this is beginning to turn into a bad habbit.'
    Before I went into the exam, I hade 2 cups of coffee and was pretty
wired.  After that, I had about one or two more.  That was a trip.  I scared
quite a few people.
    Last night I made some recordings of some 669 files on my computer
(basicaly, they're like 8-track MOD's (which are basicaly a collection of
samples of instruments, and they are played back at different speeds to
produce different notes, thus produceing a song.)).  I would get someone to
listen to them for about half a minute, ask them what they though of it
(which was always something like `It's neat.  Kinda relaxing.'), then I told
them that it was from my computer.  It blew them away every time, and the
usualy ended up listening to the rest.
    I saw Marsha today.  I don't know her, but I wish I could have just run
up and hug her.  That's so stupid, I know.  Just one of those 7 sexual
fantasies per hour that we have.  (thanks Statistics Canada.  I really
apreciated that.).
    After that I saw Laura, who I haven't talked about before, but I sorta
have a personal history with her.  Personal, because it's all with me and
nothing with her.  I wish I could have hugged her too.  damn...
    Then I wrote the exam.
    After that I talked with my friend's sister (the one who hurt herself
skiing), and her friend who I see skiing (and who was obsessed with me last
year.  She doesn't have a bad body, actually.....).  My friend's sister
(aww hell.  Her name is Wanda) is pretty fun.  Sorta excited and repressed
at the same time.  She's fun to tease.
    Then I went down to the cafe to see who else I could bug.  I bough some
fries and sat down.
    This guy I know (who I used to consider a friend, but I don't think so
after that time where I was thinking about suicide) sat down and started
talking to me.  It seemed that he was uneasy doing it, but he somehow wanted
to do it.  Not to make me uneasy or anything, just like it was something he
had to do for some moral reason.  Maybe he was feeling guilty because of all
the hell that he and his 'friends' put me though.  I don't know.  I don't
let go of my grudges easily.
    After that I went and sat with my friend who was studying with some
girls for Biology (2 of which are one of the best looking girls in my
grade).  I just sat and listened.  Yeah.  Listened.  That's the ticket.
    Then I went down the the cafe again and went home.
    At home I did nothing except called around boards and read mail.  There
wasn't that much either.  I was calling boards about 4 times an hour.  I got
a couple of letters from Aliza, but she hasn't returned them.  I'm dying to
hear from her, actually.  Someone to talk to.

    Now I'm here, typeing just for the sake of getting it all down.  I feel
some need to document my life.  When I went sailing, we had nightwatch.
There was this book where we had to write down what happened in our watch.
I wrote tons of stuff there.  Just spew.  There were a couple of things
started up by those, I'll tell you.

    Aww hell.  I have nothing to say.  Nothing worth saying.  I may as well
bleep.

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    .sig's are neat,                   | Andrew McCallum
    .sig's are fun,                     \ andrewm@zooid.guild.org
    .sig's tell where to flame someone.  |andrewm@terranet.cts.com

                                  Byte me.