I was able to fix my digital camera on my own, with the help of Tom’s special set of screwdrivers. That saves me from having to go downtown and spending money on a such a simple problem. The lens cap was jammed and simply needed to be nudged into place.

I’ve been invited to two parties, one to celebrate Ryan’s departure to UT, and one at Sheri’s to celebrate Christine and Emily moving into the apartment/Emily’s birthday/the launch of BitterBuffalo.com. If I actually knew who the fuck Ryan, or even Darryl, the host, was, I might consider showing up to the former. As for Sheri’s party, I haven’t had a chance to be at her place yet, so I’m definitely looking forward to checking out the living arrangements and hanging out with a great bunch of Carleton people. It’s funny that I found Emily’s page through poeticgeek.net, which I found through someone else’s page, which I found searching google regarding site statistics. I wouldn’t have thought anything of it had I not recognized Em from the Clocktower Pub, celebrating Sheri, Tom, Marc and Matt’s birthdays.

Unfortunately, I missed Pat’s barbecue last week, but with everyone ending their summer jobs and their co-op terms, there should be a flourish of gatherings coming up. Hopefully the job search will be easier when everyone is going back to school.

It’s always disappointing to first learn that weather will be nice and cool in three days, and then find out that the initial prediction was wrong the day before. It was supposed to be in the low 20’s tomorrow, but now it’s slated to be in the high 20’s. Aaron has a tee-off time set up for us tomorrow, but unless we can find a third party with a car, I won’t be able to go. Aaron stops working at the course in a week, so this will most likely be the last chance of the season to get out on the course, which is a pity since I got my clubs resized last year.

Trolley is coming down this weekend, as he has three days off from his job at the LCBO. I’ll be looking forward to drinking, watching some Mr. Show, and generally just hanging out.

Tom is planning a camping trip sometime in September, and unless I lose a limb, I’m going to go. Actually, the loss of a limb may be completely irrelevant. I love camping but I hate the summer, so any opportunity to be outdoors when the weather is cool is prime.

Christine has a writing project up, which I’ll gladly be partaking in soon. I always enjoy the chance to write creatively in a non-competitive environment. What, exactly, has made the buffalo so bitter is another story.

Double Diamond makes Jeff dehydrated.

Ugh, I’ve been plagued by nightmares lately. Yesterday it was kitchen knife wielding twin sex murders, today it was nuclear holocaust meltdown Christmas party. Ever feel like there was nothing to make you feel better than writing about it to make it go away? Yeah.

I’m scared to fall asleep again.

Let’s see…what’s on the hate plate today?

I hate it when people, sequacious, superficial, pretentious, ignorant people express false emotions. I hate it when people feign the extent to which their emotions take over them, for whatever reason. This is all ESPECIALLY true when the person happens to be my age or older.

I suppose I’m oversensitive to things like this. I see fake emotions almost as a mockery of any true ones that I have. I hold my emotions as an important part of my life, and try to experience each one with gravity and appreciativeness. It’s rare that I can be affected by things so much that my emotions take over me, so I don’t take happiness or sadness lightly, especially when someone else pretends to experience them. I’ve lived too long as an unfeeling being, as someone who cared for nothing, to have some idiot pretend to appreciate what has become an essential part of my life.

Some people never grow up.