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Hello,
I’m in class. Will sort of. It is free work time where we can do whatever we want, whenever we want, but this is almost the time they had originally scheduled for mandatory work time, and then they set us free. I played the Sims 2 Life Stories, and now I want to play, play, play. It was so much fun, but I don’t think they have enough stories in the life stories. How hard could they be to make? They already had the whole programming set up. All they needed to do was create. This is what happens when you take the Maxis away from an originally Maxis game, and put in foolish EA game makers.

There I did it. I talked about something other then sleep for a whole paragraph. Let me see if I can continue it for just a bit longer.

So I played the Sims, and I as I played I realized how much of a stress reliever it is to play. I’ve spent a lot of these years in college not picking up a game to play. Well, a video game. I’ve played board games with others. When I first developed Bipolar disordered I found that it took too much effort (I was depressed). It does come back to me at times though, the desire to play. I used to play on my brother’s Final Fantasy Online account, and if you want to talk about effort, it can blow you away. Somehow I miss it, getting in groups with other people (something that can be hard to do). One time I was in an amazing group. I gained a lot of experience that day.

I was a catlike creature called Namir. A Red Mage as my main job and a White Mage as my sub job. I have heard from my brother that they have Blue Mages now. I also played another online game. A popular one I don’t remember the name of. I was an Animal trainer. I would train a certain kind of animal you can ride on, and then give it for free to other people. I’ve walked around the beginner’s area of World of Warcraft (WOW… really do a google search for wow and it is at the top of the list).

Hello,
I’m about to go to class! I’m in the classroom. I think someone accused me of cutting in the bus line today, but I was the first one to move up to catch the bus, everyone was cutting me! I set here wonder if I have anything to say this afternoon. I know that I didn’t want to get up today and I woke up with a bloody nose. Yes, lucky only drops got on my bed.

Hello,
I’m out of class. Today I promised myself that if I forced myself to get up I would get something at a coffee shop. Walking in the cold I decided that I would hop in the first coffee shop I crossed by. So I’m at Starbucks with a Tall Mocha. It tastes so good. I have given up caring about high blood sugar. Its not like I’m diabetic. During class I had another blood nose, but I just held my head over the handout and watched the drips. It was quite a distraction. I accidentally told my sister there was no mid-term, but then I looked closer at the syllabus and we do have on. So we were talking about the mid-term next week during the beginning of class. I had on of those moments were nothing registered in my brain. I was listening, but I could not make out the words. I knew there were words, and they reached my ears clearly. It took a while before my mind worked up its old motor and I could understand what the Professor was saying, and when it did suddenly everything was clear and simple. Add this problem with getting the motor started in my brain to the fact that I have started to forget sentences spoken in class at a greater rate. I will even be writing the sentence, and I will be distracted by another thing the Professor said, and I will forget what I was writing.

I am quite worried about this mid-term…not really. It’s just the questions he put down, as example questions were extremely hard. What am I doing I need to be reading!

Reading done I am in my apartment before a class. What I thinking my computer needs a battery charge for my performance tonight! See ya!

Hello,
I’m in class again. Very much yawnful. I know yawnful is not a word, but it should be, and I am making it a word. I need energy. Yesterday I upset some kind of force during class by doing a humor skit with Tarot cards. The thing is I don’t know what force it was. Was it God upset with me for passing around Tarot cards? I know that my Mother is reading this so I have to explain that I believe that when a certain number of people believe in something that it takes on the energy of their belief. Was it the energy of the cards themselves that was mad at me? Or finally was it a ghost taking on the classrooms shared energy, and the energy line I pretended see. Oh yes, it could also be that someone in the class was powerfully psychic.

I’m not going into the Catholic Church’s view of fortune telling. No, not going into it.

I look a bit like a dinosaur when I stretch my back with arms locked to my sides and bending at the elbow. I have a low calorie Snapple drink made from the best stuff on Earth you know. That would be water. I have my empty Mountain Dew, which I drank over the course of over a week, and my Pepsi that has gone quite flat.

I’ve been setting here staring at the screen for a few min. now. Have can I top flat Pepsi? Even flat it is wondrous. Just look at it, and Same Dew New View, poetry, hidden on a bottle. Kiwi Pear. Oh, nature is awesome. It’s the best stuff on earth you know. Snapple in a bottle. Can’t get much better then that. Who cares about higher education? All I need in life is the best stuff on earth. Which you can buy for $1:50.

Hello,
I’m at Panara. Taking up a whole booth because I didn’t see another spot. I cannot be here forever because my computer will run out of batteries. I woke up after only 11 hours of sleep, and on a day I didn’t have classes! Are things getting better?

Hello, (This I wrote a while ago. Somehow the simple act of playing the Sims has raised my mood. I have also started to have a lot of sugar.)
This feeling inside my head makes me want to close my eyes even if I did get the right amount of sleep last night (and then some), but yesterday was quite a day. I would talk about it, but I am overheating give me a moment. (Takes off sweater) There, I am much less hot now. This shirt shows off my all to round belly. Something I thought was getting smaller, but I am not losing any weight so I guess it is my view of myself that is changing. Yet this feeling inside my head makes it seem like I could sleep, forever. I am Sleeping Beauty come Prince to wake me up. Peace. I’m going to be attacked by killer tomatoes today. Icky. This feeling. Life gives little release, and I haven’t had it in a long time. Yesterday was good. I went to bed a little early, but hopefully sleeping in will give me the energy to make it through the day. I find a certain class boring now, never a good sign. Life gives little release, and it makes someone feel as if they could sleep, and sleep all day. And I know you’ve been there too. Imagining the world outside… guess the song! And I can see that I’m not blind. I can’t be hard one you, because you know I’ve been there too. Life gives little release.

As the lecture series inches closer and closer so does my class, my humor class. God help me, it is the only one that I enjoy.