prestently listening to:the snap-crackle-pop of my breakfast ceral

intentions to: go to both my classes today )0;

soberity level: i need to buy coffee today

i hate my digital camera. i took pics of myself in conqouring stances to send to my new found love & evil equal Scanzilla. but i can't get them out of my damned camera. arrrrg.

am i sick for being so diaryland involed these past couple of days? my human sexuality teacher says its unhealthy to develope sexual fixations with people on-line, but i want to make-out with scanzilla. i'm convinced my teacher's marriage was arranged anyway. what does he know.