once, i fried my teddy bear. in university, i started doing my own laundry (i know, you think i'm some spoiled brat, that isn't so at all). anyway, i thought i'd give all my sheets a wash, and i thought i would throw in my teddy bear. his name is bearbear. but i wasn't really familiar with those washing and drying machines. i don't think i had even touched one until i lived at st. hilda's...so i threw bearbear in the machine, and threw him into the dryer, with a sheet of fabric softener, and when i took bearbear out, i was SO mortified. the heat had fried bearbear into a crisp and even dunking him overnight in liquid fabric softener served only to make him a little less prickly....i was mortified...i had ruined my favourite and only bearbear...

anyway, in the same line of thought, i think i had fried my brain. i'm sitting here trying to study for oral path, but with a million and one things zinging through my mind. like...how good it would be to travel somewhere far and distant right now. or which symphony to catch in toronto. or whether i can make it for a national ballet perf of musings and madama. or the places i want to go shopping this weekend since i haven't seen the inside of a mall for about three months. or the promise of cheese. and wine. toads (yes, like the frog). and which friend to call up for a heart to heart. ya know. things you shouldn't be thinking of while studying. and then, i think about what i'm thinking about. why am i being such a truant misfit? do i like being a truant misfit? am i a truant misfit at heart? could i possibly be asking the dumbest questions ever? ahhhhhhahahahahahhaaaaaahaahahahha!!!

ack, i think i'm allergic to studying. i've been primed over and over, and now, i break out into a disinterested type of hival rash when i most need to concentrate. a disinterested rash - what a funny thought! anyway. back to studying.