Vanity Research

First day of classes tomorrow.
Second day without cigarettes.
The worst won't be over for a few more.

For those who don't know what a vanity search is, have you ever googled your name?

It's interesting how many footprints we leave over the internet. Luckily, I usually cover mine -- the blog I had for five years is in smoldering ruins as I type. Paranoid... me?

Things written in teenage ignorance are too embarrassing to keep. I'm sure in five years I'll trash this too, thinking I was a silly twentysomething. It's an interesting thought.

Moral of the story: stop posting drunk pictures of yourself on Facebook. I've recently fell victim to the rumour that it is run by the CIA, and that in all likelihood they catalog the website every six months. Could come in handy if years down the professional line they need to ruin you in the media. I've already seen Facebook quoted or used as a source in a handful of news briefs.

---Sorry. I almost threw up there. Next we'll all be using Wikipedia as a scholarly source.

Beetlegeuse is back in town. Nineteen on Thursday. What a fantastic night to get drunk! I can't wait to announce the gift I've got for her.... until then, secrecy remains...

It seems lately my social life has begun to bustle. Strange, after such a long hiatus without much company aside from The Boy and Neo. Even they've been distant lately... living in the same house must not be enough to promote conversation and fraternity.

K.L. and I are meeting for a quick coffee on Friday. Ebsedtha and I are doing sushi tomorrow night. Aqua is in a crisis and I need to see her. Suddenly -- as if by some voodoo magic possessed only by the first week of class -- my life is too busy to juggle, despite my calendar reminders and to-do lists.

Stress is like a drug to me.