2003-11-10 - 12:12 p.m.

I haven't had my usual three cups of coffee today,which means I'm sleepy and not moody enough. I am the person with a sugar-based diet who really enjoys the inherent mood swings.Happy one minute, melancholy and quiet the next.Today I've just been a complete zombie, with people snapping at me bacause they had asked me to listen and I didn't, with giving silly answers and talking for an entire English Class about Joyce's Ulysses and the possible 123 hidden meanings of a 50-line excerpt.There's a lot of diabetes flying around in my family, dropping insuline doses on this and that head, so I should really stop eating an average of three bars of chocolate a day, or extra sugaring extra milking my coffee.(Sir, could you please milk my coffee?Please be careful, if she makes this long mooo, you aren't milking it right..)
The coffee machine is like the sacred Kaba stone of our school. We greet it every morning with our warmest thoughts, turn to it in our darkest moments, respect it and occasionally hit it(to encourage her to exert its magic more efficiently).
There is one episode regarding The Machine, that speaks volumes of its importance. I was dragging myself on the school corridoire one morning, and as I neared Her Highness, The Coffee Machine, Queen Of Productivity, and was thinking of an original way to bring her homage, I spotted some of my friends and acquaintances standing around Her Majesty, with looks in which amazement and curiosity blended.There were Ioana, Dumitrita, Anca and Radu, holding plastic cups containing brown, hot ambrosia in one hand and pushing the buttons,with the other. Apparently, something was different in the appearance of our Goddess and they were trying to find out exactly what had changed.For 10 minutes, 4+1 people stood around a coffee machine in a highschool, wondering if it was the name of the firm that changed, the colour of the machine, the price tags or the fonts of the names of the various types of coffee of offer.The Followers (we take an oath, make considerable donations daily, and convert people) agreed that the Princess of our Brains had undergone a subtle metamorphosis, which we, her mere subjects could not perceive, until much later. I am surrounded by junk. I refuse to continue to clean my room, as a form of protest against my mother's reign of terror.Therefore,until tomorrow morning, when I will come to my senses and remember that I need the money she gives me, all the crap I pulled out of the many drawers and shelves in my room, will remain on the floor. I really need to change how this diary looks. I've been looking at other people's diaries and OF MY FREAKING GOD! 13-year-old kids who could easily open a web-designing firm! The funny thing is, that the virus that infected my puter chose the applications from FrontPage and Dreamweaver among its first targets. I mean, I don't remember ever using them,but Andrei-my cousin, who actually uses his pc for useful stuff, installed them. He also installed such nonsense software as TextureMaker and AnimationShop.Andi, you crack me up!DID YOU ACTUALLY THINK THAT I WOULD EVER LEARN TO USE THEM?hah... Alex-currently showing her

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