I haven't written in so long. I need a star.

I have to agree with Matthew about this word count thing. It turns journal writing into a competition, and since my writing style is straight and to the point, I would lose. And I don't like losing. So I'm glad there's no more word count.

I found out last night that my ex-boyfriend is getting married. Don't get me wrong. Breaking up was definitely for the best, and I'm not exactly upset. But it feels a little weird. After all, it's only been six months. I guess life goes on.. no matter how strange.

While talking to a Canadian at a club in Toronto last weekend, my friends and I were told that we were responsible for bombing an innocent country. Since all three of us were anti-war, it kind of bothered me. I believe that we have some responsibility for what our government does, but if you vote, protest, and participate in the political process in other ways, I think that you are doing what you can. Here's the kicker though: the guy told us that he would have voted for Bush. EXCUSE ME? AND THIS IS ALL MY FAULT?

After the three of us calmed down from that experience, we met another Canadian that made a similar comment. This young man appeared to have an Arab background, so I was very tempted to make a similar generalization, but I really didn't want to continue the discussion.

Here are some familiar faces that showed up at my house last weekend.

I'm so happy that Col. Powell is pleased with my performance. I worked on a database for anthrax decontamination at one of the post offices in Virginia. Apparently I need to work on my scanning skills, but this is the evidence.