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Really, I'm beginning to agree with Georgia Nicolson in "Then He Ate my Boy Entancers," when she says we should all live in the same time zone.

I cannot get a hold of Alex from the Katimavik Participants' Office for the life of me! When I get home, the office is closed, and when I tried calling this morning he wasn't available. Why? Montreal time zones. That's why. So... yeah. I really want to get all of this done, but alas, it is NOT WORKING OUT FOR ME. *Sigh* So, now I am sitting here, restless, with a piece of paper clenched in my.... well, not in my hand because I couldn't type that way, so it's just laying there- but there is TENSION. I shall jump at the next payphone I see (my celly is deady and sans minutes), and dial like someone mental. There are payphones at my school. I shall not sleep or eat until I contact Alex!

I have a strong urge to play Tennis since I suggested to Lissa that we play Tennis last night. I don't play tennis, and quite honestly, I suck, but I would like to learn and what better chance is there?!?!? Besides the peeps of Waffleland (Belgium) adore le tennis, so Lissa will need to be pro. And I will make her seem pro with my un-proness. And perhaps the exercise (i.e. chasing after the ball for hours on end) will be helpful aswell.

Ca c'est tous pour maintenant. Another thing is that I tried to get Alex's extension, but they said it in French in the directory! So, it's lucky I'm French, because Anglos haven't got a hope.

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