"Honey": Moby
Not alot to say about the past couple of days. My hours are spent reading and studying so there isn't alot of exciting stuff going on. And so it goes.
It rained today in good ole Sackville, making everything wet and miserable. Perfect studying weather. I've actually been quite impressed with myself lately. For the past few days I've motivated myself enough to exercise as well as go jogging pretty much everyday. I've been going with Lindsay late at night and I've also been going out alone when she can't make it. Genreally speaking, I would go for one day and then never go again. I guess the reward is good enough for me - being healthy has its perks.
The only time I really get to see anybody is during lunch and supper where we spend our time talking about how it sucks to be working and studying all day long and then of course we go right back to it afterwards. I think we really are gluttons for punishment.

Here's another excerpt from the untitled novel I'm writing. I posted another passage from this novel on March 25th 2002 and if you'd like to check that one out just go to my archives. This passage is from the chapter entitled "The True Nature of Time and Fate"

The True Nature of Time and Fate

Being a shy kid in junior high school is difficult. Especially when you are shown the true nature of time and fate at such an early age. Most people are shown the true nature of time and fate when they are at least forty. Maybe even thirty but never at fourteen.
Andrew Dogot didn’t ask to know about time and fate. That was the least of his troubles. He worried about bullies, and schoolwork, and girls. Mostly girls. He worried about pimples, and growing pains, and shaving and so forth. Andrew had come home from school like every other day. He did his homework as he was supposed to do. He ate his supper with his parents and when asked how his day went, he answered, “Just like every other day”. And so forth.
Later on at night Andrew went to his bed after brushing his teeth like every other day and pulled the covers over his head, hiding and making the day disappear. He closed his eyes. It hadn’t been less than five minutes or so it seemed, when he heard a noise. What was that? He thought. Slowly he began pulling the covers down so that he could see where the noise was coming from. It was dark when he first put the covers over his head. It would no doubt still be dark but that was the least of his worries. It’s not everyday that you’re chosen to see the true nature of time and fate.
The covers crept down slowly and Andrew peered hesitantly over the folds. The darkness was black and heavy, encompassing the whole room except for the small crack of light that weakly shone through. It took a few seconds for him to adjust his eyes to the room. He looked first at where his closet doors should be, and then towards his desk, and finally in the direction of his window. Everything seemed out of the ordinary, just like every other day – until he looked more closely at his window.
At first Andrew thought he was looking at the moon, which looked a great deal larger than usual. On further examination he realized that it wasn’t the moon at all but a giant eye. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out, just a deafening silence. He tried to move but he was frozen from fear. Eyes don’t normally stare at you from the darkness, let alone giant ones.
Andrew wanted the eye to go away but it just kept looking at him. It did not blink, it did not move. It just stared deep into him. So he did not blink and he did not move for fear of making the eye angry. Do eyes get angry?
It spoke:
Andrew Dogot you have been chosen..
Chosen? Chosen for what? Andrew thought this was absolutely absurd. Not because an eye was talking to him, but because eyes can’t speak or so he’s been told.
You have been chosen to learn the true nature of time and fate.
Of what and what?
Silence!
Andrew was silent. He hadn’t actually said anything since he first saw the eye. The eye must have been reading his mind. Andrew wanted to ask more questions when a sudden flash of light turned the darkness of his bedroom into infinite radiance. The starry heavens opened up and he could see the destiny of man unfold before him. He saw the past, present, and future merge into one. Time was no longer horizontal but was merged into one plane of existence.
Andrew had escaped the constraints of time; he had become undone from the glue. He saw himself go to sleep as an aging widower only to wake up as an infant the next day. He saw his future wife and children smiling at him from afar. His dog Lucky who got hit by a bus was alive and well. Woman X was sitting on his bed, naked and motionless. She was staring out his window. He stepped through a door in 1995 and came out in 1984 when he was born and then stepped back through the door to find himself in 1999. The images that unfold are too much to handle but all he can do is watch. He replays his birth and death many times like an instant replay that loops over and over.
And so on.