so fill my glass up to the brim, to loose my memory of him.

My Dad is doing much better. He got home for the hospital this morning and he seemed relieved. I feel much more safe now.

So i'm thinking I should quit my job. I mean, money is good and all but I honestly don't think there is anyway that i'll be able to squeeze it in. I have 7 papers, 4 presentations and exams this semester and I don't want to sandwhich them between stessful shifts at the coffee shop. The only problem is paying rent (I suppose that would be a rather large problem), no work=no money=no apartment=hello dartmouth. Yuk, oh yuk.

Oh and Jillian, in case you didn't get the information and/or channel, Kalan won Canadian Idol. I really like that Kalan guy.

I have no modivation to write anything at all and I certainly don't have the energy to be complex right now. I just feel so drained from school already. Like my first fucking week and i've already had TWO 4 hour nights resulting from Thomas Moore and Thomas Wharton. Speaking of which, all of you should read Salamander it's beautifully written and seems almost infinate. Spectacular.

You know what I hate lending? books. Speaking of which, did I give you back your book, Krista?

I'm going to watch Dawson's Creek right now, they are at the prom and Pacey is going to tell Joey she's a life ruiner soon.