so, i'm here at cafe artiste and was wondering, does it close early on thursdays? anyway, the guy is doing his rounds with a cigarette in his mouth and all i want to do is follow him around and let him blow on my face with that sweet smell of tar. as you can tell, i've done it again. i've taken to not smoking. this will be my second official day without a cigarette. i was tested last time. tricky! but failed the test. anyway, some people just want to test you and they know exactly how. so, i'm craving right now. i've never said i was a strong man. never said that i'd be able to kick the addiction. i wanted to, and for a time there i thought i had. turned out i hadn't. i guess it'll never go away. never start smoking, ladies and gentlemen. aside from depression, breathing problems and NOT being beautiful on the inside, it's just not worth the hastle.

so, like i said, i'm at cafe artiste. sitting here. i'm supposed to read this book and then right on the british imperialistic undertone of the book. i just don't know if i'm supposed to use sources or just the book. i can pretty much use the book alone and give my own interpretation, but after the last paper and the way the prof. wanted it, i'm somewhat confused as to what he wants. so, i'll search for reviews on the book and try to write someone elses stuff and forget that i have any kind of original thoughts in my head.

hey, did i mention i was at cafe artiste?

i was supposed to tell you something. something very important, but have forgotten. better luck next time, i guess. if i remember, i'll let you know. until then, have a good easter break.