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Following on from yesterday...

A perfect world be where
-we could love everyone for who they are
-our purpose in life would be to be alive
-we wouldn't have crises or homework
-pain wouldn't be needed
-people would not make assumptions
-I would be married to someone as witty as the Pimpernel and as funny as Frasier
-everything would come in its own time and we would not be tired by waiting
-we wouldn't need to tell people the good things about us, as we'd all be perfect
-we would never say wrong things or lies
-there would be no dark side

Why am I not getting e-mails? The only personal one I have received is from Christina, concocting a fake communication of IT Key Skills on our Manzanar essay. It was in last Friday and I still haven't finished it. Never mind, Andrew A. gave them back to those who have handed them in today, and gave us a check list full of stupid things we have to produce, including communication via e-mail with friends and/or teachers about it. This is dumb. I can use e-mail, but I wouldn't use it on the Manzanar project. I don't even know Andrew A's address. So he told us to cheat. At least I discovered that Erin had signed my guestbook again. Much more polite than Drallak (I hope you're reading this) who doesn't use his notify list. Or it may be a problem with e-mail, as Lolita couldn't get through to me either. In which case I apologise.

Enough of the boring stuff. Been thinking about God a lot, but I won't tell you what's happening unless I reach something definite (ie. atheism or faith, or something) because it's kind of personal. I don't think I'm going to become an atheist though. That would not make sense. Speaking of which, Stephen says the film Stigmata(I haven't seen it) is great and he's a devout Catholic. Then again, I think Life of Brian is great. Funny old world, huh?

I kind of lapsed out of using italics instead of quote marks for titles, but I prefer italics. If you're interested. If not, please do not read this paragraph.

Sometimes I think I am too tolerant. I jokingly told someone off for swearing today, and afterwards she kept correcting her language. I said, after she'd said something along the lines of "It's fu - uh, sorry..." that she didn't need to bother, I didn't mind. I don't like it particularly, but when it's just with friends it's OK. Or rather, when it's with friends who don't mind, it's OK. Or something. But the thing is, soon you're saying it intead of being respectful (which I admit, I'm not very good at) or saying it in front of children, or just generally people who are offended at that kind of thing. I am used to it, even if I am a sparkly white Christian sinner. So it doesn't generally bother me, unless it's in a particularly malicious manner. Why am I prattling on like this? Don't ask me.

I didn't treat you to news of my driving lesson yesterday, which is a shame, as I can't be bothered now and it was the best lesson yet. I also stalled the car, but not whilst I was supposed to be moving.

And I think I understand Arcadia at last. Oh, and do the polls at the bottom. Only three people have so far; I see two of them nearly ever day, and I am the other.

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