May 22, 2003

The scans were fine. No cancer, everything looks good. Phewwwwwwwf. Do you know what day it is? It's May 22, 2003. On May 22, 2002, I had my last chemo. ONE YEAR! Oh so lovely. What a fast year. Seriously. Man oh man.

Not much else to report here. I'm doing my summer course, still looking for a job of course. The weather has been crappy and that's just ridiculous. It's May 22 for christs sake. Wise up.

It's my birthday again in a month and a week. I'm heading well into my 20s and that makes no sense at all considering I feel like I'm about 16. What the what. I should skateboard more. More? Weird. I got my haircut for the millionth time last friday. I'd take a picture but it's all wonky right now.

I have a midterm tomorrow. I have to study. Shut up. I wrote a mother of an essay this afternoon. Seriously. All about the impact of the media on social cognition and interpersonal behaviour. I even use the word ballyhoo in it. If that doesn't get me an A, I don't know what will. Oh man, have you seen the new reality TV show called High School Reunion? I'm madly in love with it and just when I started to think reality TV was losing it's special something, this show comes along and reaffirms everything I've ever believed in. It's going to be great. Back to back episodes and everything? Rebecca and I watched the first 2 episodes on tuesday night and we were almost in tears. The 2nd episode came out and slapped us in the face, oh man. There are no words.

Alright, time to go. Later dudes.

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