Recently turned 22 and expecting this year to be the most crazy year of my life, just like the last 22 others. I have a nameless insomniac fish and not enough memory cells.I find ''vulve'' to be the funniest French word and I can't grow an avocado tree for shit.
Friday, February 28, 2003
There he is again. Right where he's supposed to be. He's reading "Sports Illustrated" and you should see the way he turns those precious pages. He manipulates that magazine as if it was the very first edition of Spider Man. His head is so nicely shaved and glowing, that if a sunshine hits it, the whole place is gonna set on fire within seconds (sorry Dan, you look good with your shiny head). Too bad for him though, all the little school girls are in class right now. Today I wore some very "plain" clothes cause I don't want him to notice me. But next time, I think I'll wear something really sexy and instead of sitting somewhere where he can't see me, I'll sit right in front of him. There's only so much that can happen in a library. posted by Cyril et Marie 6:06 pm
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
I am at the library right now and I just found myself a new wacko to study. And believe me, he is "la crème de la crème"! Here's how it all started.
First time I came to this library (not too long ago), first thing I noticed when I walked in was a guy sitting alone at a table, facing everyone (so he could have a good view of every person in the library). The minute I saw him, my heart stopped. Not too many things on this planet scares me, but this guy FREAKED me out. When I looked at him, he slowly looked up and stared right into my eyes as if he knew I was looking at him. He's got that kinda look that leaves you speachless. The Anthony Hopkins' Hannibal kinda look added with a Mona Lisa smile. And then I noticed something weird: he was reading women's magazines... hum...
The next day, I went back and there he was, sitting at the exact same spot. So I chose a computer that gave me a good view of him, but where he couldn't see me unless he turned his head. And I started watching him. There was a girl sitting at the table in front of him. He looked at her for about half an hour, and then he got up, walked up to here, (automatically she looked up) he gave her "THE" look, gently dropped a piece of paper on the table, and left without saying a word. The girl picked up the piece of paper, unfolded it, read it, put on a weird face and continued to read.
Today, he is still there. At his usual spot. And I know that if I look up, he's gonna stare into my eyes. posted by Cyril et Marie 8:05 pm
Sunday, February 09, 2003
"Go often to the house of a friend, for weeds choke the unused path."
Living in a vaccum sucks 
Friday, February 28, 2003